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.
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
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.
Also cornbread. But get the sweet yellow kind, not the regular white kind
I did try the cornbread, but it was very dry and something was goofy with the butter and I didn't enjoy it.