We needed a break from travel. We needed to sit still and listen to the trees and pause. If we had a porch, we would have set on it. We didn’t have a porch, we weren’t in Charleston, and so we did the next best thing: we found the closest campground to Beaumont, Texas and went there and didn’t do anything else. Instead of driving someplace to explore, we’d explore [...]
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The trip into Texas was rough. We’d just left paradise, Florida’s Forgotten Coast, and had a great time in New Orleans (minus a little snafu in Alabama). The road through Louisiana’s bayou was fun. We even got to ride a ferry. We passed through the “Cajun Riviera” of Holly Beach, a place destroyed and abandoned in 2005 thanks to Hurricane Rita, and then we were destroyed by Texas. Man, I really don’t [...]
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Bourbon Street, the flagship street of New Orleans, is pretty disgusting. Firstly, it smells like a mix of vomit, spilled drinks, sweat, and rat diarrhea (caused by eating too many cockroaches, I imagine). Then there are the strip clubs. Bourbon Street has the highest concentration of strip clubs you’ll see this-side of … well, Portland, evidently (well-played, Google — didn’t see that one coming). There’s Babe’s Cabaret, Big Daddy’s, Deja Vu Showgirls, Larry Flynt’s [...]
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We had some beers in New Orleans. They were yummy. Try these if you see them in your local beer store: Perfect Tin Amber Ale Lisa’s favorite brew, Fat Tire Amber, is also an amber ale, and Tin Roof’s went down just as deliciously. Comes in cans, so it’s boat-friendly. Brewed in Baton Rouge. Abita Amber Abita is one of the better-distributed Louisiana brews (I’m pretty sure I had their Purple Haze [...]
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While buying beer at a Texaco outside Mobile, Alabama before we dashed into a motel for the night and waited out a storm, I learned something. First I bought the beer. Then I asked, “Do you sell lottery tickets here?” “It is illegal,” the Indian man behind the counter said with a perfect Apu Nahasapeemapetilon accent. “Lottery is illegal in this state.” “No kidding?” “It is a God-forsaken state! I can’t wait to [...]
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“Y’all been here before?” the woman behind the register asked. Nope. She was being nice. We were looking around in confusion and hunger trying to figure the place out while eyeing the plates of oysters and shrimp in front of the other patrons. Clearly, this was our first time. We were lost and drooling and overwhelmed. There was a lot to take in — the very short menu board, the [...]
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I like Florida. I’ve been visiting Florida since I was a child. We always went to Ft. Lauderdale because that’s where my dad went when he was a child. One winter we tried Orlando but it wasn’t warm enough, Florida enough. So we headed south and ended up in Ft. Lauderdale again. I love Ft. Lauderdale; I love the Atlantic-side of Florida. But Ft. Lauderdale is like Miami North. It’s [...]
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Roasted, that’s the “normal” preparation. And salted. Get them at any baseball game. Great bars in the north serve them and tell patrons to discard the shells on the floor. I like those bars because I like peanuts. But boiled? Gross. So I tried them. I think they have a branding problem. They’re not peanuts … call them “Southern Edamame“ and us Northerners would gobble them up. They’re salty and good but squishier than [...]
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Savannah is a drinking town. I’m not sure why. It’s one of seven places in the US where you can walk around with a drink (Las Vegas and New Orleans are also on that distinguished list along with Butte, MT). It’s not cruise ship traffic — Savannah doesn’t get any of that. Cruise ships land in Charleston. It’s odd — bars offer to-go drinks. It’s especially odd because of the [...]
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In this corner, Southend Brewery and Smokehouse, Charleston’s best downtown brewery! In the other corner, Crystal Beer Parlor, Savannah’s second-oldest bar and restaurant! It’s going to be a close one, folks! Service At Southend, things happen slowly, but the waitress makes up for it by pouring tortilla chips in Lisa’s lap. -100 points, Charleston. At CBP, things are equally slow-as-shit. No food ends up in either of our laps though, [...]
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