KP and I make it a point to celebrate — or at the very least, acknowledge — milestones. We don’t let a birthday go by without some fanfare and the same is true for our wedding anniversary. Some years are more elaborate than others. Our first anniversary was marked with an amazing trip to the Napa Valley. But when year three snuck up on us, we were learning how to be parents with a three-month old plus a kitchen reno in progress. We still went out to dinner at our favorite neighborhood spot to celebrate.
Five years of marriage felt like a milestone worth celebrating in a memorable way! We talked about Italy, but it just didn’t seem realistic with a two-year-old. So we put that idea on the back burner and thought about places closer to home. Our honeymoon in St. Thomas was ah-mazing and repeatable, but when you live in Texas, the last place you want to go in mid-August is someplace hot — and someplace that is prone to hurricanes (the memory of cutting our honeymoon one day short thanks to Hurricane Earl was still too fresh). So we decided the Pacific Northwest would be the place to celebrate — Portland and the Willamette Valley in Oregon, to be exact.
I did a lot of research before booking our accommodations in the Willamette Valley. Maybe too much, as I tend to do. I’d only been there once before and I wasn’t sure which town we wanted to stay in or if we wanted to do a B & B or a hotel. The Black Walnut Inn & Vineyard in Dundee seemed perfect. Not a hotel but not a typical B & B, luxurious, unique and peaceful. It’s all of these things and then some.
The Black Walnut is nestled away from it all. We drove along a hilly road sandwiched between grape vineyards on either side, then up, up, up the tree-lined driveway which conjured images of “over the river and through the woods…” until we got to the top.
I knew this place was a good pick before we even parked the car.
Even though Italy didn’t make the cut, I felt like we had arrived at a European villa. It was just so picturesque. Well-manicured. Green. Quiet.
We booked the Vista room which is on the ground floor of the inn and on the end, so we only had one neighbor and three outside living spaces all to ourselves. The room was massive. It really felt like a home away from home.
Wine is what drew us to the Willamette Valley, but the inn kept pulling us back. I slept better than I have in a long time. Maybe the wine had a little something to do with that, but I think the inn gets some credit, too. It was pleasantly quiet and the beds had these amazing Jennifer Adams sheets (which I am anxious awaiting to come back in stock so I can order a set for home!). They were life-changing. Sleep-changing? Plus, with a view like this, it was impossible to feel anything but relaxed.
Our room was heavenly. The views were beyond picturesque. The oatmeal chocolate chip cookies (often warm) in the cookie jar in the living room tempted us daily (two or three times a day, in fact). Breakfast with a little dog at my feet made me feel like I was at home. The innkeepers were lovely — not overbearing but there with recommendations when we needed them. Bliss.
After I gave birth to Nora, KP suggested that I sign up for this motherhood class offered by the hospital. It sounded like an awful idea to me. I have no idea why I thought that — maybe the hormones? I was certain it was going to be some stereotypical new-mom gathering where we held hands and sang “Kumbaya,” and/or a husband-bashing session. Begrudgingly, I signed up for it.
I think it was called Transition to Motherhood, and it was specifically for first-time moms. And yeah, there were some Kumbaya-ish moments, but not many. There were more husband-bashing moments (see above regarding hormones). It was more so about connecting new moms who were going through this new journey in their lives and giving them a sounding board. We were all hormonal. And we did our fair share of bitching. And maybe even a little crying.
After only a few weeks, I had to do what I hate doing — admit KP was right about something. The group was awesome. But more so, the little group that I kept in touch with after the class ended now consists of three dear girlfriends that I’m so lucky to have in my life. I can’t imagine going through Nora’s first (or second) year of life without them. Their kids are all the same age as Nora so we’ve all gone through a lot of the same things — often at the same time. Now I’m the stereotypical mom, but they seriously are my mama tribe — and then some.
Post-motherhood class, the tribe and I got together on a regular basis and our mom talk turned into more just regular friend talk. Of course we talked about our kids a ton, but these ladies went from being my “mom friends” to just being my friends. It wasn’t long before two of us left Chicago, though, breaking up the tribe. Shortly before I moved to Austin, another friend moved to Los Angeles.
Sure, we’re all still just a text or email away, but it just isn’t the same. So we’ve vowed to get together in person as much as possible, and our first trip was to Los Angeles in March. Two and a half baby-free and husband-free days, and three wild and crazy nights. Ha! Who am I kidding? “Wild and crazy” barely fit into my vocabulary anymore. Now it’s all about being home by 11 and in comfy pants!
It’s funny how my priorities have changed since having a child. Girlfriend getaways used to mean lots of booze, late nights and sleeping in, then rehashing it all the next day over brunch. Now I’m too tired for that! And I wasn’t alone. I feel confident speaking for all of us by saying that we mostly wanted to relax, soak up some California sunshine and eat some yummy food. And that’s exactly what we did on this blissful girlfriend getaway in sunny Los Angeles.
Touristy, yes. But with three of the four of us being fans of The Real Housewives of Beverly Hills, we felt obligated to at least have a cocktail at Pump. Plus, I love Lisa’s decorating style and wanted to see one of her places in person! It’s as gorgeous as it looks on TV. Loved these chandeliers over the bar on the lush patio. Pump was just a quick stop for a cocktail before dinner, but we were all a bit nippish so we ordered the hummus and pita. And then we laughed. The dish consisted of a normal portion of hummus, but with just four sad looking pieces of hummus. And this is how Hollywood stays thin. We had our first celebrity sighting, although we debated if we should even count it since we were in his restaurant… but Ken was there with Giggy. I gave him a little pet on the head (Giggy, not Ken), which Ken didn’t seem to appreciate.
The Church Key was on Bravo’s Best New Restaurant, a show that I somehow missed entirely, which is surprising given the amount of Bravo that I watch. That said, I don’t know if they won or lost, but I felt like a very hip mama hanging out there. Lots of pretty, edgy people. And while Pump left us hungry, The Church Key did not. They have these dim sum-style carts that came around very sporadically, but we fared better with the regular menu. My favorites were the Jidori chicken “tikka massala” and the brioche doughnuts for dessert. A perfect ending to the meal — and I’m not even a big dessert person.
More pretty, edgy people at Gjelina. Noticing a trend here? It’s LA, after all! Don’t ask how, but we managed to score patio seating for our big group (we had some more friends join our four-some) on a busy Saturday night. Even though it was so dark I could barely read the menu, I loved sitting outside. Our table ordered lots and lots of dishes to share. If memory serves, I glanced at the menu (squinted, rather), and decided to leave the ordering in the hands of my talented friends, all of whom have good taste buds.
We spent Saturday afternoon hiking Runyon Canyon, then cruised around Beverly Hills. Naturally the Real Housewives fans had to see the Beverly Hills sign in person. We parked ourselves at The Farm for a late lunch. I loved this place, and not just because of the life-changing tea we drank. More on that in a sec. We weren’t able to score a table outside, but the front of the restaurant was open so it was light and airy inside, too. This is just one of those comfy, casual spots to grab a leisurely lunch with the girls. Yes, comfy and casual in Beverly Hills. Or maybe I just decided it was casual since the four of us were all in our workout pants and probably a tad bit sweaty post-hike. Regardless, we all had this tea that cooled us off and was so delicious it was addicting. We even got to-go cups. And because we were so obsessed with it, we had to ask… it’s Art of Tea Passionfruit Jasmine and according to the website, it’s award-winning… so don’t just take my word for it. The food was great, too. Think wraps and salads and such.
My Pinkberry obsession began with this trip to Los Angeles. I couldn’t get enough. And, the trip just so happened to be after I saw Still Alice, so I went with Alice’s go-to every time: original with coconut and blueberries. Thank god we have Pinkberry in Austin. And thank god they aren’t as prevalent here as they are in Los Angeles.
Since we were in LA to visit a friend, we stayed with her. She and her family live in this adorable apartment in Brentwood, and I’m so jealous because she has so many great places that she can walk to in her neighborhood, including multiple coffee shops, nail salons, the farmer’s market, Whole Foods… I could go on and on… but I digress. We slept at her place two of the three nights.
We decided to splurge and stay at a hotel on Friday night. It was our treat for our hostess. I think we were all thinking we’d sleep in, forgetting that we’re now moms who are programmed to wake up early, regardless of whether or not there’s a screaming child in the next room. (Spoiler alert: we didn’t sleep in.) We booked Hotel Wilshire, and the Pretty Woman quotes began (“Reg. Bev. Wil.”), even though that’s a different hotel… Hotel Wilshire is what you’d expect from Kimpton, which is what I love about them. Although each hotel is a little different, you know what you’re gonna get. Hotel Wilshire is modern and trendy, a little CB2-ish. Our room was big enough for four women to have a bit of space, and there was a completely separate sitting area that we didn’t even use. But the best part of the hotel was the rooftop pool and restaurant. It was so nice to soak up a little sun at breakfast before we checked out of the hotel.
Los Angeles was the perfect spot for our girlfriend getaway. It was March, so the Chicagoans in the group got a much-needed reprieve from the cold. The weather was amazingly gorgeous the entire weekend — sunny and warm. And we got to do exactly what we wanted — hang out, catch up and eat delicious food. It’s my turn to host the ladies next spring, and I hope Austin can measure up to So Cal!
Our last night in Chicago, our bedroom looked like this:
Those hardwood floors are beautiful, I know, but they don’t look so inviting, do they? All of our treasured belongings — including our bed — were ready to be packed into a big North American moving truck, so we had to stay at a hotel. I like Kimptons, so we decided to stay at Hotel Palomar in River North.
Ah yes, that looks like a bedroom I’d much rather spend a night in.
We checked in just in time for one of my favorite things that Kimpton offers: wine hour. But by “just in time,” I mean there was only about ten minutes left so we made plans for our own wine hour elsewhere. Still, I love this little perk. Who doesn’t enjoy free wine in a cool atmosphere? No one I’m friends with…
Our room was on the 14th floor and although we didn’t have a view (except for the office building next door) the room was huge. And quite frankly, I’d rather sleep in the Palomar’s comfy bed versus my own any night of the week. The only thing I didn’t like is that we somehow ended up in an accessible room, which meant a massive bathroom with zero counter space or wall hooks to hang things. First world problems: having to apply makeup in front of the closet door mirror.
I really like this hotel and if you watch, you can usually get a pretty reasonable rate by Chicago standards. The swanky Sable Kitchen & Bar is on the ground floor and never disappoints. They had me at deviled eggs with white truffle oil.
KP and I stayed at The Westin St. Louis a few Friday nights ago. A night out for two sleep-deprived parents. The fact that the hotel was so lovely was just the icing on the cake. So, what makes it so great? Where shall I begin…
It’s a Westin, so the Heavenly Bed prevails and guess what — the bed is heavenly. The Heavenly Bed is my favorite thing about staying at Westins (well, that and the SPG points since our stay at the St. Regis bled us dry). For a stay-at-home-mom who sleeps in never, sleeping until 8:30 on a Saturday morning was pure bliss. And, I might add, it was a restful, quiet sleep. It was so very quiet. No elevator noise. No shenanigans in the hallway. No doors slamming. Maybe they had us on the sleep-deprived floor and didn’t tell us.
Our room was huge. Huge. We were upgraded to a Deluxe King — larger than a king room with a little sitting area. The high ceilings gave the room a loft-like feel. And the room was designed smartly; even though the sleeping area was big, they didn’t skimp by cutting into the bathroom space — it was spacious, too (dual sinks, soaking tub, roomy rain shower).
I had forgotten all about this Westin gem until I opened the closet:
How genius is that? I told myself that I should take advantage of Westin Workout on Saturday morning before we checked out. And then I told myself that brunch also sounded nice.
There’s a restaurant/bar — Clark Street Grill — adjacent to the lobby. Of course we took advantage and had a late afternoon drink (or two). I was a little surprised at how empty it was given that time of day on a Friday, but who am I to bemoan a seat at the bar?
I can’t forget to mention the perfect location of the Westin St. Louis. It is literally right across the street from Busch Stadium and the Gateway Arch and riverfront are within walking distance. We had dinner in Soulard and it was a very quick car ride away.
Can’t wait for our next weekend in St. Louis so we can make a date with my new love.
KP and I celebrated four years of wedded bliss last month by splurging. We stayed at the fancy schmancy St. Regis hotel in New York City. And we had diner at Nobu. (A little secret: we didn’t really splurge that much. KP cashed in his Starwood points for the hotel, and we used a $100 Open Table dining check towards our dinner, which, I suppose was a little over the top because we still paid a decent chunk out of our pockets.)
No exaggeration — KP cashed in points from four years of work travel for one night at the St. Regis (that’s 30K points, if you must know). But in four years time we’ve never had a need to use them otherwise, so why not splurge for the special occasion?
I knew we were in for some serious pampering when, upon check-in, we were told that our butler would be up shortly to introduce herself. Very well, then. Butler-singular isn’t really accurate; there’s basically a “team” of butlers, for lack of better way of putting it, who are at your beck and call. The butlers can seemingly do or get anything for you, but we were only there for one night, so our demands were minimal. We had them bring us tea a few times and iron our clothes for our anniversary dinner. Honestly, I would’ve ironed my own clothes but there wasn’t even an iron or ironing board in our room. Only commoners iron, apparently.
Our room was pretty swanky so it was disappointing that we only got to enjoy it one night. But I’ll take what I can get. This will sound cliché, but the bed really was dreamy. So luscious and comfortable. And there was a nice little sitting area to enjoy our tea — and champagne. We had celebrating to do.
It’s a good thing we don’t travel as often as we used to, because I could definitely get used to a hotel of this caliber. Our bank account most definitely could not. Worth the splurge to say “been there, done that,” but our next stay as a couple (or family) will likely be at one of Starwood’s less swanky properties.
I’m told that The Chase Park Plaza used to be the high society luxury hotel in St. Louis. Both of my parents who grew up in the area made that remark, but also said, “it’s so old,” when I told them that KP and I were staying there. None of that influenced my booking. I simply wanted a hotel that wasn’t downtown, and wasn’t outrageously expensive. Voila!
Part of the appeal of The Chase Park Plaza was that it’s just across the street from Forest Park. Not that we spent any time in the park — got our fill of that in New York City. And, as KP commented, we’re always in the park with Nora. Valid point. Still, I didn’t want to be in downtown St. Louis and the Central West End, where Chase Park Plaza is located, is adorable with lots of restaurants, bars and shops.
We arrived at the hotel about an hour and a half before 4:00 check-in, with hopes of checking in early or at least dropping off our bags so that we could take advantage of the sun at the pool. Well, our room wasn’t ready so we couldn’t check-in early, and the pool was so jam-packed that we didn’t bother suiting up. Instead, we opted for cocktails at the poolside cafe. I’ll chalk the slow service up to the fact that it was so crowded. The pool is nice, but a little on the smallish side. Every single chair was occupied and everyone else opted to take a towel and sit on the edge. I don’t think there was a single spot open.
We stayed in a suite on the 5th floor opposite the pool side, so we didn’t have much of a view. And because of where our room was situated, it only had one window in the bedroom, so the living room felt like it was in a basement.
KP said it best when describing our room: understated. There wasn’t much style to it or even really any décor to speak of, which is okay. But I guess I expected a little something more from a luxury hotel. The bed was comfortable, the room was quiet and the shower pressure was good. I could’ve probably even slept in a little longer if not for the pesky sunlight peeking in through the small bedside window.
Though I was a little underwhelmed by the Chase Park Plaza, it was a perfectly fine hotel, and I especially liked the location. If we had more time, we would’ve definitely walked through Forest Park, checked out the art museum and explored the gorgeous Cathedral Basilica just down the street. But, our time was limited and we were parents on a baby-free staycation in St. Louis. We had our priorities straight: day drinking while watching the World Cup and napping, followed by pre-dinner cocktails, dinner and bedtime. It made for a relaxing little getaway.
I tend to really overthink things and cause myself unnecessary anxiety when we travel with Nora. How are we going to fit everything? Is she going to sleep okay? Where will she sleep? Can I take food on the plane for her? (Duh!) Is the hotel baby-friendly? What restaurants are baby-friendly? Sometimes this stress is completely unnecessary, and other times, it’s valid.
I think stressing about traveling to New York City with a baby was legitimate — even though we chose to take her there. Now, there are plenty of people who rave that it’s a perfectly baby-friendly city, like the bellman at our hotel who, when questioned about baby-friendly restaurants in the area, responded, “all of them!” Oh fantastic! Let me just pop Nora in her stroller and we’ll head right over to Le Bernardin, then. I wouldn’t call New York City un-baby-friendly, but I definitely think other cities are much easier with a baby in tow.
What makes Manhattan with a baby so challenging? Well, for starters, the people, the crowds. By our last day, it was just easier to let Nora play with her toys in our hotel room rather than battle the crowds with her stroller. And all of those people want to go to the same shops and restaurants that you do. Trying to quickly grab lunch at Pret-a-Manger was navigating a mob scene. And you know how New York City has earned the title, “the city that never sleeps?” That’s because it’s noisy, all the time. All day and all night there are horns honking, sirens blaring — just noise. Nora got that memo loud and clear and partook by not sleeping much herself on our first night.
That said, I think we did quite alright on our brief stay in the Big Apple. Here is a list of where we stayed, ate, explored and shopped (by shop, I mean for things like groceries!) while in New York City, all of which I found to be baby-friendly.
Warwick New York Hotel
Right in the heart of Midtown Manhattan, Warwick New York Hotel is within walking distance of Central Park, one of my favorite baby-friendly spots in New York City. We find it easiest to stay in a suite when we travel with Nora, and Warwick often has deals on suites on Jetsetter. Take “deals” as a relative term — it’s still New York City, after all. Though the lobby is a little cramped, it’s easy enough to maneuver a stroller through, as are the hallways. The elevators are a bit small but we didn’t have any issues. There’s an accessible entrance on 6th Avenue, which is actually better for coming and going because most other guests seem to use the main entrance on 54th Street. We had a premier suite which was incredibly spacious, with more than enough room for our endless amount of “stuff,” and Nora had plenty of space to crawl. Best of all, there wasn’t much baby-proofing that needed to be done, and nearly all of the furniture had rounded edges, save for the mirrored coffee table. The crib that the hotel supplied was one of the nicer ones that’s actually like a mini crib, not a pack ‘n play.
We liked Bistro Milano so much that we ate there twice. Admittedly, when Nora and I first strolled by, my knee-jerk reaction was that it wasn’t baby-friendly due to the white tablecloths and the fact that I didn’t see any highchairs. But the bellman at the hotel recommended it for dinner, so we gave it a go. It ended up being a great choice. We sat in the outdoor café, the food (Northern Italian) was good and KP and I enjoyed summer sangria (delicious on that particularly muggy Manhattan evening). Stroller space — both for maneuvering and parking — wasn’t an issue. And Nora devoured an entire piece of pizza (sans crust) — a first!
One of my favorite New York City spots, Ray’s was a must for a slice. We didn’t dine in since our hotel was so close by, but you definitely could with a baby. There are several locations throughout the city.
53rd Street Gourmet Deli
Throwing all Weight Watchers caution to the wind, I was determined to get my hands on a proper New York bagel with a schmear. I foolishly bought one from a street vendor and promptly threw it in the garbage after one bite. It tasted like a cigarette-infused piece of cardboard. I wouldn’t allow that to be Nora’s first New York bagel experience. So we popped into 53rd Street Deli for the real deal. Nora and I shared a delicious toasted whole wheat bagel with what felt like an entire brick of cream cheese in the middle. They have more than just bagels, though — it’s a full deli with seating inside and out.
Ernest Klein Supermarket
I was stupidly happy to stumble upon Ernest Klein Supermarket, located just across the street from Warwick New York Hotel. It was one of our first stops to stock up on milk, fruit and cheese sticks. In addition to grocery items, there’s a deli, sushi bar and prepared foods. Silly as it may sound, having this supermarket so close by made my day. You never know what you’re going to need when you have a baby…
Let me reiterate: you never know what you’re going to need when you have a baby… So having not one, but two Duane Reades right near our hotel was very convenient. There are Duane Reades all over the city, though, so no matter where you stay, you’ll probably be covered.
I love Central Park. And I loved it even more after this trip since it was right up the street from our hotel, and I often found myself itching to escape the crowds with Nora. So we spent a morning and afternoon in the park. As always, it was so peaceful to just get away from everyone and everything else and enjoy the calm.
I still love New York City, but now that I have a baby and have experienced it with her, I think it will remain a mom and dad-only destination for the foreseeable future. Sure, it could’ve been worse, but it also could’ve been better. We ate some yummy food and I got to see some friends, but I really don’t know that Nora much enjoyed it, so why bother? I’m pretty sure she thoroughly enjoyed shredding the hotel magazines in our room, though, and for that, I apologize to housekeeping.
On our recent trip to New York City, we stayed at Warwick New York Hotel in Midtown. We booked a suite mainly for two reasons: 1) we got a pretty great deal on Jetsetter, and 2) we really need a suite when we travel with Nora. That is, unless we want to go to bed at 7:30 p.m., which we do not (nor does she, in the city that never sleeps… as we learned).
Before finding it on Jetsetter, I’d never heard of Warwick Hotel. Though when we arrived, I realized I’d passed it numerous times back when I lived in the area. It’s on the corner of 6th Avenue and 54th Street, just south of Central Park, and just east of the Ziegfeld Theater, which is where Marion Davies was performing when her sweetheart William Randolph Hearst commissioned the hotel. Today, there are photo collages of Davis and other high-society folks throughout the hotel, and hints of old Hollywood glamour in the decor.
We stayed in one of the newly redesigned Premier Suites on the 10th floor, and I was amazed by its size. It was huge. Huge! I think the living room was bigger than ours at home. The suite overlooked 54th Street and 6th Avenue and there were big windows to let in a lot of natural light — with big windowsills for Nora to sit on and watch the traffic below. She also appreciated all of the wide open space to crawl all over the place and play — not with her toys, of course, but with the magazines she quickly snatched from the coffee table and other really exciting things she found on the floor.
The bedroom was big, too. No worries about stubbing a toe on the crib. It had a king-size bed, two bedside tables, a chair and a dresser, plus a decent closet. The only thing in the entire suite that seemed small was the bathroom. They could’ve easily made the bedroom or living room a little smaller to accommodate a larger bathroom. (And suddenly I’m an expert on hotel room layouts!) Even still, the bathroom was fine. It didn’t prevent Nora from inviting herself in whenever I was using it.
Warwick New York Hotel — the good and the bad:
+ Reasonably priced, especially if you book through a deal site
+ Free wifi in some room packages
+ Spacious rooms
+ Excellent location
+ Accommodating, knowledgeable staff
– Noisy — could easily hear constant street noise (I know, it’s NYC…) and adjacent doors opening/closing
Where to Eat, Sleep and Sightsee in Savannah, Georgia
“Have you ever been to Savannah? Thoughts?” So asks one of my friends recently. Thoughts? Just one: go! Savannah is bea-u-ti-ful! My husband and I visited Savannah a few Octobers ago, which just so happens to be a lovely time of year to visit.
Savannah, Georgia Hotels
We were in Savannah for a wedding at Mansion on Forsyth Park. However, the first two nights we stayed at the Courtyard Savannah Downtown/Historic District — a little friendlier on the pocketbook. There’s not too terribly much to say about the hotel itself or the décor — it’s a standard Courtyard property. It’s worth noting, though, that it’s pleasantly quiet; our room was next to the elevator and I’m a freakishly light sleeper, but I caught some serious zzz’s. The fitness room is nice, albeit on the small side. But it has everything you really need — bikes, treadmills, ellipticals, free weights, etc. A main selling point of the Courtyard is the location. Many sights to see are within walking distance, like the Savannah History Museum, Juliette Gordon Low’s birthplace, Savannah College of Art and Design (SCAD), River Street, several picturesque squares and of course, plenty of restaurants. The Courtyard is a great base for exploring Savannah.
For our last night in Savannah, we opted to stay at Mansion on Forsyth Parksimply for ease since it’s where the wedding and reception were being held. Because it’s easier to stumble to your room drunk than find your way halfway across town. (It’s a whole mile between these two hotels, after all.) With AAA Four-Diamond distinction, Mansion on Forsyth Park is Savannah’s most recognized luxurious boutique hotel. It was renovated and reopened by an art collector and there’s unique artwork displayed throughout the property — fitting for our friends’ wedding since she’s an artsy SCAD alum. Mansion was certainly a change of pace from the Courtyard. The rooms are beautifully appointed with luxurious floor-to-ceiling drapery and sparkly chandeliers. The bed was deliciously comfortable and I can only dream of one day having such a fancy, spacious bathroom. The location is nice with lush Forsyth Park just across the street, though it’s on the opposite end of Savannah from many of the shops, restaurants and riverfront. If you really want to spoil yourself, stay at Mansion.
Savannah, Georgia Restaurants
Thanks to my friends at Chowhound, I received some most excellent restaurant recommendations on where to eat in Savannah. With just three days, it was hard to narrow it down!
We lunched at Crystal Beer Parlor which was my favorite of all the restaurants we dined at in Savannah. Having been around since the 1930s, Crystal Beer Parlor is Savannah’s second oldest restaurant. It’s a casual, no frills establishment and its walls are adorned with memorabilia from days past. Dubbed “the best in the state,” the Gawgia Peach Cobbler was the highlight of the meal.
The evening before the wedding, the groom’s family hosted a gathering in the gorgeous grand ballroom at Garibaldi’s. Because it was a big party, there were different tasting stations set up and we sampled a lot of different things from the menu — the favorite being the crab shooter. It was rich and creamy with just the right amount of crab meat. Though, I could’ve taken down more than just a shooter’s worth! Garibaldi’s has such an ambience to it, it would be the perfect spot for a romantic dinner.
Our lunch stop on day two was The Olde Pink House. It oozes Southern charm and feels like a spot for afternoon tea with the ladies — nestled in an 18th century mansion with crisp white tablecloths, pastel-colored walls, sparkly chandeliers. Oh, and it’s pink. My husband scored points for humoring me by agreeing to dine there, but I’m quite certain the Low Country She Crab Soup made it all worth it for him.
Before heading out of town on Sunday, we brunched at J. Christopher’s, what I thought to be a cute, neighborhood establishment with just the right amount of kitsch and plenty of interesting artwork on the walls. It’s even housed in a converted garage. Turns out J. Christopher’s is a smallish chain with locations throughout Georgia and Tennessee. Seems to be popular with the locals, though, as there was a bit of a wait to be seated. Counter seats are first come, first serve, though we didn’t have to wait more than 15 minutes for a booth. And worth the wait it was. I’m a fan of savory brunch items, and I especially love eggs benedict, so I opted for the crab cakes benedict. Just the right amount of spice and super flavorful. I have no idea what my husband ate as I was too engrossed in licking my plate clean.
Things to Do in Savannah, Georgia
A weekend is just the right amount of time to get a good taste of Savannah — literally and figuratively. It’s a walkable city so no need to hassle with a rental car. And, it’s relatively compact, so you can walk from one place to another easily. Besides, you’ll want to walk everywhere so you can take in all of the lush, charming city squares.
River Street is loaded with shops, restaurants and… tourists. Still, it’s nice to leisurely stroll along the river. River Street plays host to various events, like this weekend’s Art Fest, and later in the year a seafood festival, blues festival and more.
Savannah’s Candy Kitchen is a must-visit along River Street. Even if you don’t have a sweet tooth, you’ll find it hard to resist the sweet, buttery goodness of the popular pralines. Savannah’s Candy Kitchen has big round barrels overflowing with saltwater taffy, lollipops and other sugary treats… a bakery case with tray after tray of caramel and candy apples… oh, and perfectly shaped scoops of gelato in every flavor imaginable.
Love her or hate her, Paula Deen helped put Savannah on the map. We couldn’t be bothered waiting in line to dine at The Lady & Sons, but we did peruse The Paula Deen Storewhich has the usual suspects — cookbooks, bakeware, collectibles and aprons with sassy quotes, which made for well-received Christmas gifts.
I’m a sucker for hop-on/hop-off tour busses, so we hopped on the Old Savannah Trolley Tour. It took us all over Savannah and we covered sights like Juliette Gordon Low’s birthplace and The Mercer Williams House Museum, from Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil.
Savannah is known for its iconic squares and parks. They’re delightfully unavoidable, filled with big, old live oak trees draped in Spanish moss. Each square boasts historic significance.
Colonial Park Cemetery is said to be one of the most haunted cemeteries in Savannah. It was the place of the majority of burials in Savannah for 100 years, and many notable Savannahians are buried there. Haunted tours are available.
Savannah is just lovely. Ever since my one and only visit, I’d happily go back. A weekend was nice, but there’s so much more delicious low country fare to indulge in and picturesque sights to see. I’d love to know, though — what’s Savannah’s infatuation with Pabst Blue Ribbon? At nearly every turn there was a PBR sign or glass. Maybe I was just more attuned to it because my dad worked for PBR back in the day (a hipster before it was even hip!), but I’ve never seen quite so much PBR signage in one place.
I’ve done some research (aka, quickly Googled) and all I found is that PBR is the “unofficial” beer of Savannah. Anyone?