Before the cemetery, a few words on food.
Savannah is rightly renowned for its Southern cooking, and while I opted out of another low country boil (I enjoyed one mightily last time) I kept mostly to fish and some stereotypical Southern dishes. (Hello, butter-slathered grits.) I also splurged on this fried chicken and waffle combo, drizzled with a bourbon walnut syrup to soften the Bloody Mary on hand. There’s nothing healthy going on here, and that’s exactly how it should be for a vacation.
Andy enjoyed the food selections as well, being particularly enamored of our meal at Elizabeth’s on 37th, which had a steak that came with the best sauce he’s ever tasted. He also delved into the bourbon, but the libations of Savannah really deserve their own post. I’ll save that for a summer day. In the meantime, we had a visit to Bonaventure Cemetery. The day was sunny and turning warm. A stroll beneath the oaks sounded divine…
