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.