Last night, I just ate in the hotel restaurant. Fabulous shrimp and corn chowder. Lame grilled cheese. Good peach cobbler. For lunch today, all of my colleagues wanted Chick-Fil-A. I don't get it, but they do have Diet Dr. Pepper from the fountain.
Tonight, I was with a group at Mary Macs Tea Room. All Southern cooking served family style. The peanut butter pie blew Baker's Square so far out of the water I don't even want to talk about it. And again with the peach cobbler.
I tried to take a picture outside, but the neon sign turned out terribly so I am not putting it up here.
I wondered if I could keep this up all week - try the peach cobbler in a different restaurant every night. But I am pretty sure the reservations are for Italian tomorrow.
I shan't push my luck.
not loving the idea of peaches but I'd love to try corn chowder - not something I'm likely to get here in the north east of England.
ReplyDeleteAs a southern boy, it pains me to admit that I never really cared for all things cobbler (pecan pie for me). Creamed spinach? Yes. Fried okra? Sure. Grits? Hand 'em over. But I'm not a cobbler guy
ReplyDeletePeanut butter pie? Don't you recall Grandma (Curfiss)Young's recipe? I think I successfully made it once for George. The recipe was so old that Jill and I could barely make out the measurements.
ReplyDeleteAlso cornbread. But get the sweet yellow kind, not the regular white kind
ReplyDeleteI did try the cornbread, but it was very dry and something was goofy with the butter and I didn't enjoy it.
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