Savannah — Van was right

by Ross Catrow

This weekend RMSzero, fetzer and I traveled to Jacksonville by way of Savannah to see our Hokies lose yet again to a mediocre Florida State team. That’s the only thing I am going to say about football. The trip still rocked mostly because we elected to stay the night in Savannah (awesome) instead of Jacksonville (lame).

It took seven hours for us to drive down to Savannah, including a stop at glorious Taco Bell. Everywhere we went we saw Hokies. Hokie at the gas station, Hokies at the Taco Bell, Hokies in the bathroom and plenty of Hokies in Savannah. We arrived in Savannah and checked into our hotel on the wrong side of Martin Luther King Blvd. HOW CRAZY WERE WE!? Not very actually, the hotel wasn’t sketch at all — and we didn’t get shot.

We wandered around DT for awhile before finding Churchill’s. Churchill’s had something like 30 beers on tap, mostly darker British beers. We sampled two overly malty beers — I thought — and then bounced next door to the Moon River Brewing Company. Their Captain’s Porter tasted great and really hit the spot for a winterish night. We actually all three ordered the sampler (36oz. of beer) and drank everything that was on tap. Then we walked over to Bar Bar.

Let me stress: Bar Bar is not a place to go to enjoy beer. Bar Bar is a place to go to dance and be a loud college kid. That is not to say it has no redeeming qualities: you can play connect four while drinking 1$ draft PBR’s. That said, if you want to party Bar Bar seems to be the place, if you want to find great and local beer — go somewhere else.

Finally we got a PBR to go, and walked back to our hotel DRINKING A BEER. WTF? Savannah has no open container laws so you can wander about with your beer all you want. Definitely insane for someone from Virginia where our alcohol laws are as strict as a 18th century corset. Seriously it blows my mind.

Anyway we were pretty tanked so we went to sleep and awoke to a beautiful day in Savannah. First things first: breakfast. We wandered down Bull St. and its beautiful squares filled with trees, spanish moss, and monuments until we found some cyclers to ask where we could find some grits and eggs. They pointed us over to Clary’s which was EXACTLY what I was looking for.

After breakfast we walked down to the big park in town and saw — literally — a thousand plus motorcycle motorcade headed by Santa. We also saw tons of amazing old Southern architecture. Really an amazing place. I wouldn’t want to live there unless I could (and I can’t) afford the old historic district. But worth a visit for sure.