A guest blog filled with pied opinions and curious notions along the way.
Last week was one of those sets of days when I really appreciated the refuge of the Georgia coast. It seems I spend a great deal of my time these days negotiating a cease fire with the indignities of middle age… even though I’m sure I informed the universe I would not be participating in the aging process some time ago.
Luckily the sands of time have not buried my love of a good meal and on a recent foray into Savannah with my favorite assortment of mermaids and seaside sisters, I enjoyed a delicious expedition into the world of spices courtesy of Sol Restaurant. Tucked away in what once was an old service station on Habersham, Sol still sports garage doors that identify the dining space.
My meal was so spectacular I won’t spend my time trying to remember what any of my …