I Went Down to the Crossroads

I went down to the Crossroads, got down on my needs. What, it doesn’t go like that? Haven’t you ever heard of Mondegreens? I digress.

So, I am biased. Shoot me. We are all biased in some form or fashion, no? I’m partial to things from Savannah, Georgia. It’s my tribe so to speak.Psychology likes to think of us as animals responding in one of two ways to outside stimuli, fight or flight. I prefer the third, ignored option: break bread. And there are absolutely kick-ass places to break bread in Savannah. Places that do grits and shrimp and crab and brunswick stew, but also oysters and well, all the above, just with a bit more, as they say, KLASS.

If I had to pick one crossroad in Savannah where some of the best food in the South — so of course the world — all come together, it would be a Faustian bargain, because such a crossroad only exists virtually. So here goes: Narobia’s for a working person’s breakfast; Sandfly BBQ at the Streamliner for lunch, drinks and every type of comfort food imaginable at the Crystal Beer Parlor, and then dinner at the Grey.

You are welcome to your own opinions here. Elizabeth’s and Husk and the North Beach Grill, and the Florentine of blessed memory all certainly would make anyone’s shortlist. But this is my crossroads. And I’ll stick to it.