"Do you want?" she asks.
I shrug, "Eh."
"Yeah,' she agrees.
It's got me missing some really great places I wish I could take her but they've been gobbled up by the past and are no more.
But, Boy-Oh-Boy, I'd go back to these places in a heart beat and know Sarah would love them too.
Joe's Picnic Drive In in Garden City was a perfect backdrop for "American Graffiti" and "Happy Days" complete with drive in ordering/dining, tiny jukeboxes at the booths, a soda fountain, diner plates, shakes and burgers and fries. On Sunday night's after Church, we'd make our way to Joe's for one last celebration of the Lord's Supper before starting another week.
Frank Paris Restaurant in Thunderbolt was an easy destination for Savannah residents with it's full bar and fresh Seafood fresh from the Docks. Before the massive bridge was built, Paris' was a quaint riverside happening spot for romance and fun. And there were plenty of romantic dark spots to make out in right outside.
Tanner's was a tiny place on Broughton Street didn't have a seat so you ate while standing. Hot dogs, hamburgers, fries were cooked before your eyes or you could have pickles from a jar, sandwiches made to go and it was all washed down with an Orange drink! Tanners was cool!
Ana's Little Napoli sat off Skidaway was dark, dripping of romance like moss, quaint, Italian with red-and-white tablecloths, wine bottles with melted wax holding a candle and had the best damn garlic cheese spread ever made. Ana herself sat at a tiny desk as you entered offering greetings and guiding you to the massive dark dining room. The place was always simply amazing.
Habersham House Restaurant was Johnnie Ganem's red brick wall and sawdust floor complete with "The Rebel Room" and serving "Garbage Steak" ... meat cut so fresh it had to be eaten the same day or thrown out! I only got to enjoy here a few times before it closed but it's wondrous memory lingers still.
Tim's Burgers is the most recent addition to my list but this downtown Savannah hole-in-the-wall had the best hamburgers I've ever eaten. "If you can find a better burger buy it!" was a motto as was a photo of Tim's son claiming his Dad makes the best burgers and ... the kid was right. Nothing pretentious about it but it lived up to it's promises and still puts what is served as burgers today to shame.
Morrison's Cafeteria on Bull Street was THE PLACE to eat on Sunday and this was easily illustrated by the long line of families in Church clothes waiting on the side. Once inside another long line hugged the wall but you could see and hear the happy noises of the dining room until you finally made it to grab your tray, silverware and napkins before choosing from every food option in the known universe. AND at the cashier's stand by the door to leave they sold candy! Morrison's was everything to everybody!
Finally, Christy's at the Beach had four doors to enter, open windows to crawl through, a blasting juke box, didn't care what you wore in or if you were wet. Corn dogs, French fries, burgers, slushies' and soft serve ice cream was perfect beside the Ocean. The buildings still here and it's Surf Shop now but whenever I walk in, I'm carried back to Tybee days back then.
I miss these places though I wonder if they'd fit in today's world like they did in the one back then?
Probably not.
But it'd sure be nice to see.
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