Saturday
By Saturday morning, we had stopped trying to “see Savannah.” Instead, we had started simply enjoying it.
There is a difference.
Some cities encourage you to hurry from one attraction to the next, determined not to miss anything. Savannah seems to suggest something different: Take your time. So that’s exactly what we did.
Our morning began at Toast! All Day, where one menu item immediately caught my attention—Pig Candy. Honestly… how could I resist? It turned out to be their version of candied bacon. The name was wonderful. The bacon? Let’s just say my taste buds weren’t prepared. Thankfully, beignets and a twenty-ounce Megamosa came to the rescue.
Some breakfasts are memorable because of the food. Others because of the laughter. This one gave us both.
After breakfast, we wandered through Forsyth Park and the Saturday Farmers’ Market. Beneath centuries-old oaks, surrounded by flowers, music, local vendors, and the famous fountain, it became wonderfully easy to forget about an itinerary and simply enjoy where we were.
We also discovered the Armstrong Kessler Mansion and the bronze wild boar inspired by Florence’s Il Porcellino. Naturally, I immediately decided I wanted one for our house.
Tom laughed.
I’m still not entirely convinced I was joking.
Later, we visited Starland Yard. It was smaller than expected, but wonderfully clean, organized, and inviting. We shared a brick-oven pizza, enjoyed hard cider, and appreciated an atmosphere that seemed made for exactly the kind of Saturday we were having—easy conversation and nowhere we needed to hurry.
Back at the Hyatt, we settled into comfortable chairs overlooking the Savannah River. Another hard cider. A gentle breeze. Boats drifting quietly along the water.
Travel doesn’t always have to be filled with activity.
Sometimes the most luxurious thing you can do is absolutely nothing.
Dinner took us to The Cotton Exchange Tavern, where we enjoyed crab legs, a Caesar salad, and an outdoor table overlooking the river. We skipped dessert for one very good reason—we already had another reservation.
Returning to Better Than Sex felt a little like visiting old friends. The atmosphere was just as magical, and the carrot cake was every bit as unforgettable the second time.
Some restaurants surprise you once.
The truly memorable ones become part of the story you tell when you get home.
As Saturday came to a close, I realized we hadn’t tried to squeeze every attraction into one weekend. We’d given ourselves permission to enjoy where we already were.
Somehow, that made Savannah even more memorable.
Tomorrow, Tybee Island awaited.
THE DELIBERATE DETOUR
Because the best destinations are the ones we choose deliberately.
Deliberate Desires 