olde-pink-housedessertappettizerDear God,

The day started on an ominous note. Big blow out in hotel room with V. Same problem as our first night. Poor communication. I have my way. She has hers. I am single and used to a very private, quiet time in mornings. She is married and has always had a partner in her life (marriage #4 currently). At least it cleared the air, and we made proper amends and started over. Starting over is always a good thing and can be done at any time of the day.

First stop today was Colonial Park Cemetery. I found it to be very ugly. Years of neglect and vandalism destroyed many of the tombstones.  There are hundreds of stones that are missing and many inscriptions on other tombstones are much worn or have been altered.  Sherman’s troops are thought to have been responsible for the vandalism during the Union occupation of Savannah in 1864.  We tried to visit the Green-Meldrim House (Gothic Revival architecture) used as Sherman’s headquarters — but it was closed.  

After lunch and some shop-hopping at the City Market, we returned to our hotel and took a rest break before dinner. Always a good idea to rest before a big meal at a seriously delicious restaurant such as The Olde Pink House (built in 1771).
The House is glowing pink (its antique bricks show through a protective covering of stucco), and has functioned as a private home, a bank, a tearoom, and headquarters for one of Sherman’s generals. Today its interior is severe and dignified, with stiff-backed chairs, bare wooden floors, and an 18th-century aura. The cuisine is richly steeped in the traditions of the Low Country and the only issue I had with the whole place was the candlelit dining (although that would have been perfect if I could have torched the bill!)

I had an appetizer of lump crab cake with Fried Green Tomatoes and remoulzed sauce, a salad and almond-encrusted tilapia with shrimp herb butter, creamy grits and mixed up sugar snaps. I actually had decided NOT to have an entrée but apparently my aforementioned poor communication skills were at play and the waiter thought I DID order the entrée. Although I didn’t need dessert, I had my heart set on it so, what the hey! It was the House signature dessert – a praline basket (made with almonds, pecans and brown sugar) filled with vanilla bean ice cream and topped with a mango-citrus puree and berries.

Then came the bill – it is times like these that I wish I had a sugar-daddy – but I hardly fit the sweet submissive type required! I’ll focus on that winning lottery ticket ($252 million)! Dinner was more than anyone should pay for a single meal but indulgences do have a price to be paid (as all good Catholics know).

Thank you, God for another great vacation day and the credit card with which to pay my bills!

James 1:17:  Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.