On our final zag down to Jacksonville we decided the time had come to seek out some authentic Southern BBQ. Mauri used his “Point” app to find a five-star joint in downtown Savannah. Tourists and traffic filled the streets, and we had a hard time finding Walls’ BBQ.
So we paid the $10 to park in a small lot and hoofed the several blocks.
Mauri asked his phone to navigate us to this alley sign.
After such a lengthy search we were wide-eyed at this intriguing destination. But not deterred. No no. Eager!
We ordered ribs (Mauri) and chopped pork while visions of Triple D danced in our heads.
Sometime between 1963 and now, they moved the apostrophe. Who notices things like that?
I see you smacking your lips, all psyched for a tantalizing vicarious thrill.
It was OK. Certainly nothing to write home about (though you’ll notice I’m blogging about it).
Still, the experience stuck to our memories as we headed on down the road.