It took us about four hours to get to Savannah, and the only real highlight of the drive was passing signs for Vidalia, which research confirms is in fact where the onions come from!
We arrived at our hotel, the Iris Garden Inn, and were generally pleased with this value choice aside from the disappointing news that the outdoor pool was closed for the season, which had not been indicated on Hotels.com when we booked it. We were pleased to have a very short wait to take the free shuttle downtown, which only took about five minutes. We were dropped off at the Hyatt Regency hotel and were able to walk around and explore the beautiful squares and parks all throughout Savannah. We passed the birthplace of Juliette Low, founder of the Girl Scouts, and stopped in to sample Byrd’s Famous Cookies (the scotch oatmeal is particularly delicious) and Savannah Bee Company (tupelo is our favorite), two places we would see and visit several times over the next few days. We walked along the water and read about the military history of Savannah, and we almost ate at a restaurant downtown but decided not to, instead getting back on the shuttle to go back to the hotel.
We got right in our car and drove straight to one of the top-rated restaurants in town, Driftaway Café. Abe started with the Tuna Nibbles, blackened style, which were spicy but quite delicious and extremely plentiful for a $10 appetizer. We were seated outside on the porch, initially all on our own, which enabled us to interact with a local act apparently known by the restaurant and also to be completely forgotten for a long time after our salads came out. The waitress finally showed up and said that she never put the order in because she was also the bartender and was very busy. Fortunately, Arielle loved her blueberry salmon, the reason we had chosen this restaurant, while Abe’s grilled mahi-mahi was decent enough. The herb roasted potatoes and sautéed spinach that came on the side tasted very sour, and so they remade them without any sauce. Hilariously, when we paid the check, we noted that the credit card wasn’t in there anymore, and the bartender realized that she had forgotten to give it to us. It was a pleasant experience if it lasted much more longer than we had planned.
Fortunately, a craving for ice cream enabled us to get to Cold Stone just in the nick of time about four minutes before it closed, where we got the traditional Chocolate Devotion with a scoop of banana ice cream mixed in.
We took it back to the hotel and enjoyed it while watching TV before going to bed.
Approximate number of miles covered: 282
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