I am not finding much whole-wheat here in Savannah, Georgia. This seems to be an anti-bread city, save for the dilute, to-go cup varietal. My stomach and its tubes (and likely too my heart and its tubes) are slickening with the southern cuisine available to me.
Last night I ate this tasty slab at The Boar’s Head on the Riverfront. Notice, no whole-wheat, no vegetables.
Then, today, on the recommendation of my professor, I lunched at The Olde Pink House. I was told I had to order she crab soup, but I thought I’d get a salad for good measure. Yes, those are fried green tomatoes and whole strips of bacon suffocating my salad leaves.
Tonight, after the Women’s Reception at CEA, I plan to haunt Abe’s on Lincoln.
Fat and Happy in Savannah