Savannah Side Trip pt. 4--One More Wish Granted

After we left the taping my MIL thanked Sonny and I profusely for bringing them to Savannah. She commented that the cherry on the top of the trip would be getting to eat at The Lady & Sons before we went home. I pulled out the map and got directions to the restaurant. As we circled the corner we could see that the line from the check-in stand went around the block. We all agreed that the line was too long to wait, so we would just grab a bite to eat elsewhere and go back to the hotel.

We parked the truck in the garage and walked over to the Whistle Stop Café located behind the Savannah Visitor Center. You can’t eat at the Whistle Stop without trying the Fried Green Tomatoes, so that was our appetizer. My smart thinking FIL ordered three baskets for us to share. Each basket was hipped high with crispy dip fried tomatoes with a raspberry dipping sauce. I think that the tomatoes rated as some of the best I have eaten, but none of us really cared for the raspberry dipping sauce.

After the green tomatoes I can’t remember what anybody ate. The food wasn’t bad. It was just that we were exhausted after the long drive and then getting up super early for the taping. We browsed the Savannah Visitor Center some more and peeked at the museum.

Everyone agreed that it was time for a nap and the sight seeing would have to wait for later in the evening. It was so refreshing and we almost felt naughty about taking a nap in the middle of the day. The best part was that we didn’t have little people with their feet in our back or pestering us to wake up.

We woke up pretty late from our nap hungry as a pothead with the munchies. Not that I would know what that is like! Anyways, we decided to take a ride to see what we could nosh on and rode past The Lady and Sons again.

The plan was to jump out, get some cookbooks, and head somewhere to eat. Once we turned the corner, there was no line. Not one single person was waiting to get in and I made Sonny stop the truck in the middle of the street so I could inquire at the podium.

The young lady was less than enthusiastic to see me and told me that she could not seat us as they were booked up for the rest of the night. I must have been dragging the jowls because she immediately asked how many we had in our party. When I said four adults she handed me a laminated card and directed me back to the front entrance. At the front entrance the hostess stopped us dead in our tracks. When I presented my magic ticket she cleared the way and told us to take the elevator to the third floor. Yeah!!!!

We were seated right away near the bar and the buffet. These people know how to make a fat girl happy. Our server soon followed with hoe cakes and garlic biscuits and took our order. Today’s success with the Fried Green Tomatoes prompted us to try another order at the home of the Southern Fried Queen. Sorry Paula, but I have to admit that the tomatoes were lacking. Especially after the ones we had earlier in the day.

Except for DH, we opted to eat the southern buffet. We enjoyed every morsel and almost didn’t have room for dessert. I will now submit for your viewing pleasure some food porn.

Hoe Cakes and Garlic Biscuits

Sonny’s Wedge Salad

My big plate from the buffet

Overall, our meal at Lady and Son’s was good, but it will probably be a one time thing. Most of the food we ate is food that we cook at home on a weekly basis. When we go out to eat we want to feel like we are eating something different and extraordinary. My MIL was happy thought because she got one more wish granted.

That ended our wonderful time in Savannah and we are making plans to go back soon and explore the city.

I guess I have digressed long enough (I am trying to drag it out so you have plenty to entertain you in the next 70+ days till we leave.) and it is now time to start talking about my plans for Disney.

Side Trip to Savannah--Part I

Sonny and I had the opportunity to take a side trip to Savannah at the end of September. Can you keep a secret? Only a few of my closest friends know about this, so shh!!!! We went to see Paula Deen on the set of her show Paula’s Party. I love me some Paula Deen and so does my MIL. She about permanently turned green when she found out we went to see Paula Deen in January and begged us to take her. Being the wonderful DIL that I am I obliged and planned a trip. I think that this has earned me the place of favorite DIL from here on out.

We were all set to go when I get a phone call from my sister (read “babysitter”) that she and my mom are in South Carolina and will not be back until the end of the month. What?!!! So both options for babysitters are gone and it looks like we are not going to be able to make the trip. Just a few days before we are scheduled to leave we are able to coerce my brother and SIL to keep two of the kids and one of my bestest friends agrees to keep the baby.

Then my MIL calls and says that the doctor is threatening that she will not be able to go if she can not get her blood pressure down. In the end he prescribed some different pills and told her to rest as much as possible, but she could go ahead with the trip.

A few days before we were scheduled to leave, Sonny tells me that he and his father can’t find anything that they want to do while we are at the taping. So….? Well, he was thinking that maybe I could call the producer and get their names added to the guest list. I got knots in my stomach just thinking about having to call and ask a favor. Much as I love him I don’t know if I can do this.

I let him talk me into calling and the producer was nothing but nice. She just asked me to send her an email with all of their pertinent information and pictures for security and she would see what she could do. The last thing she told me on the phone is to be careful that I typed in the correct email address. Her email address had a “s” on the end that people usually left off. Also, I was to call on Wednesday afternoon to confirm the changes with her.

We were hoping to leave home bright and early on Wednesday morning since we had an almost 10 hour drive to Savannah, but you know what they say about the best laid plans. We actually got on the road around 11:00 a.m. and headed to Sonny’s job to drop off a package. A quick stop turned into a 30 minute gab-fest and then we forced ourselves to get back on the road.

Stay tuned for part 2...