One night in Savannah

We used our night in Savannah as a "getaway" without kids. We stayed at the Hamilton-Turner Inn,

a historic bed & breakfast that doesn't allow young children, so we'd never be able to stay there otherwise. We had made reservations a few days prior, and the only room available was a carriage house room. When we arrived, they had upgraded our room to one of the rooms in the main house, and it was beautiful!

We relaxed for an hour or so in the parlour where they served brownies with lemonade and sweet tea,

and then went out to find some dinner. On the way, we stopped into the Cathedral of St. John the Baptist - literally next door to the Inn.

It was lovely. Then we made our way to the Olde Pink House where they weren't serving dinner yet, but they placed us in the Arches lounge area. We ordered off the afternoon "snack" menu, and I'm kind of glad we chose that because the portions were just enough. We started with an appetizer of Fried Green Tomatoes with Applewood Bacon over Sweet Corn Cream

and moved on to Shrimp and Grits (George)

and the Applewood Bacon Cheeseburger (me)

with Peach Sorbet for dessert.

Can you say "delicious?" On the walk back, we passed by one of the historic fire stations just as the trucks were pulling out with lights flashing and sirens blaring. George's adrenaline spiked as only a first responder's can, and he got some good shots of the action.

Back at the Inn, wine and cheese were being served, so we stopped downstairs for a bit. The Inn was featured in the movie Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, so we decided to be little cheesy and rent that from the library downstairs. After the movie, the innkeepers again had a treat for us...after-dinner port! We had a glass, and then went back out to the streets to find Leopold's ice cream shop, a historic shop that actually serves old fashioned ice cream sodas. Between the awesome ice cream and the movie memorabilia inside, we spent a good amount of time there. We strolled back past all of the ghost tours stopped at the cemetery, and had another glass of port before collapsing on the best hotel bed ever.

The next morning, after taking a "shower" (read as dribble through the atique pipe attached to the clawfoot tub), we went downstairs for coffee and newspapers in the parlour. We then moved to breakfast in the dining room. It was such an experience that George ate zucchini and squash in the vegetable frittatta. AMAZING! 

After our stuff was packed, we headed out to meet the parents and kids for lunch in Jacksonville. Though the occasion was sad, it turned out to be an OK weekend after all.