Grits, Chairs, and Grits
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Day 7: December 27, 2017 Grits, Chairs, and Grits Comment via blog |
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I was ready to eat as soon as I learned that one of
Thrillist's 21 Best Diner's was just a few blocks from
my motel, but I had to wait until morning.
The Breakfast
Club's name is actually on the side of the building facing Butler Ave
although even there it's not all that prominent. I sat at the counter
where I could watch my meal being prepared. That's it on the left. Right
away I had a small dilemma. Should I order one of the regular menu items
for which they are famous or should I order one of the daily specials that
probably would not be available on my next visit? (Whenever that might
be.) I eventually decided on the Klondike Special (a.k.a., flounder &
eggs) and it was terrific.
Although I didn't know it at the time, I ate at another of the Thrillist 21, Iowa's Bluebird Diner, on the way to the Lincoln Highway Association conference in June. |
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US-80's eastern terminus is just a couple blocks beyond The Breakfast
Club. According to US Ends, that San Diego thing hasn't been accurate
since 1968. That's when they started chopping of bits of US-80 until it
now ends in Dallas, Texas. And to be completely honest, it wasn't accurate
before 1932 since the original eastern end was in Savannah.
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It started to rain while I ate breakfast so I scrapped plans to climb to
the top of the Tybee Lighthouse. I had also intended to explore
Fort Pulaski but
that didn't get much farther. I did get out of the car and walk to the
visitors center only to find it closed. There's a lot of construction
going on here in the off season. I even took a few steps toward the fort
but decided that walking around in the rain would be a terrible injustice
to my years of wisdom.
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It was becoming apparent that a planned walkabout on Savannah's riverfront
wasn't going to happen either. It would probably have been a complete
drive-by if it hadn't been for an email from a friend. When he saw I was
near Savannah, he told me about "a massive antique furniture
store" and made it sound interesting enough for me to stop. Whoa!
Massive it is and filled with interesting old stuff of all sorts. There
are some huge and completely unique items and there are groups of similar
items stacked high and spread wide. And, of course, everything in between.
I exchanged greetings with Jere, the owner, but it was Debby who answered
my questions and generally supplied information. Both obviously really
enjoy doing what they're doing. The inventory is anything but static.
Debby told me about two shipping containers full of furniture arrive each
month. Yeah, I don't care much about antiques or about furniture in
general but Jere's Antiques is like a combination of store,
warehouse, and museum. Thanks for the tip, Brian.
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I guess all that cool furniture brought back some optimism and I decided
to drive by the riverfront shops. I told myself that, if there was an open
spot in that lot near a certain restaurant, I'd stop. There was. I did.
The Cotton Exchange Tavern is where I had my first taste
of shrimp & grits back in 2009. As
you can see, I had another taste today.
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