It's been pretty much hazy, hot, and humid in Savannah. Which is about what I'd expected seeing as how we're on the GA coast in late August. Only 1 heavy cloudburst, yesterday afternoon while we were walking around Colonial Park Cemetary, and it can't have lasted 15 min. Lots of dead colonial guys there, as you might expect from the name, including Button Gwinnett, signer of the Declaration of Independence and about whom I know precious little else, except that, once having heard the name it does tend to stay in one's memory.
Savannah's been great, altho it has illustrated what I think of as one of the Bourdain axioms: if you want to eat well, you need to get away from the where the tourists go. I think only Vegas, and maybe NYC disprove this. Vegas because well, almost everyone there is a tourist, and NYC because it's so damn big. Anyway, last night's meal was very good but over-priced. Sunday's was very mediocre and almost as over-priced. If you're keeping score at home, that would be Pirate's House = yes; Cotton Exchange = no. Well, I do have to shout out the Cotton Exchange for the key lime martini which was like drinking a slice of alcoholic key lime pie. It would have been better if the ice had been blended down a bit smoother though. Yesterday was pretty much a big tourist day. We also took a riverboat cruise, which was nice altho half of it was spent cruising past container ships and tanks farms. Working and ruined industrial landscapes really need a background score by Neubauten or Test Dept or something.
More to follow. And yes, I will get around to writing up my stray thoughts on the Mt Dora weekend. Real Soon Now...