Secrets of Savannah
Guest Post by Andaz Cultural Insider Phil Oh of Street Peeper
Besides maybe Amityville, I can’t think of many other towns that, in the eyes of outsiders, are so intrinsically linked to a piece of literature than Savannah. “The Book” is what locals call it as they sigh and eye-roll. I wouldn’t even mention the name, but I guess for search engine optimization reasons: MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN OF EVIL. Actually, I haven’t read it or seen the movie so I don’t even know what it’s about. It’s a rom-com? So, that’s about all I knew of Savannah before a recent weekend trip to attend the Savannah College of Art and Design graduate fashion show.
View of Ellis Square from my Andaz Savannah room balcony.
The Crab Shack at Tybee Island. It’s an easy half-hour drive from the Andaz and it’s the kitschy crab shack theme park of my Lowcountry dreams — sad alligator feeding ponds, a birdhouse, weird statues. Enjoy enormous platters of shellfish and sausages and potatoes and low country boil and sweet tea and wetnaps and don’t forget the pie. The beach is also right there, for a food-coma induced nap.
Parker’s Market Urban Gourmet. After the bars closed, we were looking for something, anything, to eat. The bouncers both recommended the gas station down the street. I thought they meant for a bag of Hot Cheetos, but they actually have a pretty decent buffet of fried fish, collard greens, grits, biscuits & gravy. I guess a plate of fried catfish is the Savannah version of drunk food. Like a New York slice or an LA taco truck. Also, it was hoppin’ in there. Tried to get a dice game going with my friend Chris. Clackety-Clack!!!
shopSCAD is a well-curated store that sells fashion, design objects, and art from its graduates. I wanted one of these scarves.
But I got this floral Biggie Smalls tank top instead, by SCAD textiles graduate Katie Holian.