Thursday, January 11, 2007
We just returned from Savannah GA. We ate at Paula Deen's Restaurant. I had the best southern fried chicken of my life. If I lived there it would be death by trans-fat. One has to make reservations early in the day , in person, for Paula's place. Then you line up with the rest of the salivating mob across the street and wait to have your name called. See if you can pick out CP in the crowd of eager connoisseurs. CP ordered the seafood platter which I captured on film. I went for the mountain of chicken and baby-back ribs on the buffet.
Seeing that Savannah was the only major southern city not burned to the ground during the War of Northern Aggression it is rich in history. We visited a cemetery. I took a picture of this headstone because after reading of all this great man's accomplishments I was amused at what a second billing his wife got. The marker must have been purchased by his family.