We don’t know why we have never visited this popular restaurant on Saint Simons before. Really, we have no idea. But we’re planning to go back pretty frequently.
Another short trip to the Scenic City found us starting our day at this 97 year-old icon, where the sassy service is as memorable as the hamburgers and roast beef plates.
This “southern tavern” was not our intended destination, but a long line someplace else brought us here for some of the best fried chicken in the city. Wow.
This restaurant is an icon, y’all. Sometimes the prices seem a little high, and sometimes Dexter’s in a grouchy mood, but everybody on the planet should have lunch here at least once.
Here’s a place where fried chicken was only added grudgingly to the menu, and done with a deliberately oddball spin in the hopes that guests would order things that did not require as much work. This strategy backfired. The chicken is very popular because it’s unusual, but amazing.
We took a road trip to Memphis, and on the way up we detoured through the quite wonderful college town of Oxtord, Mississippi. There, we joined quite a mob of locals for lunch at the popular Ajax Diner, an eclectic and fun meat-and-two.
For many, many years, I have told myself that one of these days, I was going to go visit Nashville and take US-41 to get there. Last weekend, Marie and I finally did this, taking the baby and the teenage girlchild along for a very, very long trek up to Nashville that let us see …
…but the real winner here was the bowl of peanut soup that I had before my ham arrived. I had never had this before, and I don’t know that I’ve seen it on a menu since, as it apparently is a specialty local to Virginia. It was thick and creamy and completely wonderful. I would love to have this again one day, and hope that wherever I do find it, it is as good as this was.
It is completely fantastic. It might well have eclipsed every one of the hundred-plus barbecue joints that I have tried and become, flatly, my all-time favorite tasting plate of chopped pork. We ate there two and a half weeks ago, and now, going forward, I cannot imagine a trip through middle Georgia without a mammoth detour through Gray to visit this place instead of anywhere else.
I went a whole eight days without going anywhere outside my normal travel radius and just about went crazy. As Marie begins emotionally “nesting” and wanting to get settled and make a safe and comfortable place for the baby, perhaps I’ve been reacting against it. I spend a little free time looking over Google Maps …
So Thursday of last week, I went by one of the cafeterias on our to-do list of Roadfood.com-reviewed restaurants, and on Friday, the four of us visited another one. We took a trip down to visit Marie’s mother and father on Saint Simons Island, a trip that puts us within striking distance of six of …
I first heard of Matthews Cafeteria when the second volume of the Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives tie-in books was released. I was really looking forward to the second book, because I feel that Georgia was badly underrepresented in the first one, with only the Marietta Diner making its pages. Don’t get me wrong, that’s a pretty good restaurant, but it’s still a little overrated.
I mention this because when you sit in the Mayflower, you can see the ghosts of undergraduates from fifty years ago. They’re blond and crew cut and they wear flannel and they say “Barney’s uncle’s got a mattress and I can get a few buckets of pine straw and tonight, we’re going to set that stupid horse on fire.”
I had been wanting to go to Mary Mac’s for a really long time. It’s the last surviving example of a brief late ’40s trend of restaurants opened by war widows looking to both stay afloat and remain a little classy, so they called their establishments “tea rooms” in the hopes of attracting a better …