OMG with the Peach Cobbler

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.

5 Comments on “OMG with the Peach Cobbler

  1. As 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

  2. Peanut 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.

  3. I 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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