On the way to the river I passed this pointy building. I passed other things too, I’m cool like that.

Oh look, street people by the river.

This was such a nice sunset. The sun likes to get fancy by the river.

Let’s stop at Wild Wings for a beer and an appetizer that they forgot to charge me for.

Oh, a frozen drink bar.

ooh, a tunnel.

To be honest, this is where the whole night gets sketchy. Let’s let it ride.

Blackout. Hope you’re drunk by now, suck the lime.

A beginning.

The first night I stayed in the swanky Hamilton Turner Mansion in the heart of the downtown historic district near the river.

First door on the right at the top of the stairs. Let’s see the Nathaniel Greene room.

Now that we’re all dressed with somewhere to go, we can go down to the gathering room for complimentary wine and h’orderves.

That with a little high class conversation and 3 glasses of wine first. Now we’re ready to hit the night scene. Let’s leave through the garden gate since we’re a little buzzed.

You see that gate, that’s the beginning of the insanity. You see this sentence, that’s the beginning of the end of this post. The next post will be a non detailed pictorial of the pandemonium that was my first Saturday night. Don’t eat the broken glass my lovely.

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Ramen or Penne Lisce pasta… both delicious.

Onion ringlets

Blanche tomatoes.

Get the seeds and goo out.

Peel and cube or strip the eggplant and zucchini.

Let them sit and sweat for a half an hour then rinse the water and salt off.

Fry on high… no, I mean high!

Crush and dice that crazy garlic now. Put it in! 2 heaping teaspoons of chili powder, a hand cup of basil and thyme and 3 bay leaves. Add a half cup of water and turn the heat down to medium low and cover for about 15 minutes stirring occasionally.

Ignore the Italian sausage, what am i supposed to do? It’s all veg so… Eat it!

I have no idea if it tastes anything like ratatouille but it’s delicious. Here’s the video I used to help…
YouTube link to Ratatluille

Enjoy and have a safe landing.

It’s planet of origin is unconfirmed.

This stuff’s the Shan!!

Brown rice… meat… beans…

Now make a volcano with the olive oil for fun.

Only work with curry using the cutest utensils possible.

The rest is pretty obvious.

Spinach… I don’t think I mentioned the spinach.

Now plate it and take an unusually close picture of it just before eating it.

And have some milk handy because this is one hot dish. There’s a clove of garlic but my feelings aren’t hurt that I didn’t give it any screen time. Now eat it.

Your Friend,

Randell

Before the kid took my order he had to yell back into the kitchen “I’m helping a customer, Mama! What can I getcha?”

He sold me on the pulled pork, brunswick stew, fried okra and baked beans. forget all that, look inside this place.

The brunswick stew comes out first… appetizing appetizer.

Let’s look at pig butt and dead confederates.

No time for love Dr. Jones, cuisine is here in a jiffy!

The baked beans, average. The okra, really good. The sauce mild, slightly tangy and sweet. The pork, outstanding. Tender and subtly smoky. Now lets get brave and surprise the kitchen with a quick uninvited photo.

The element of surprise not always being the best bet, I’m being chased out of the kitchen… but not without evidence.

A great experience and fantastic people. The place is so small that you almost have to sit with someone to eat inside if there’s more that 4 people there. A man even took a guitar off the wall and played a couple of tunes before he left. I didn’t get a picture because my fingers were covered in sauce but trust me, it happened. I ordered a half rack of ribs and a couple of sides for a leftover test that I’ll post tomorrow.

Hope you feel as sticky as I do my lolly jollies.

Update: Leftover post will just be a little addition here.

To be honest, this stuff is fantastic heated up.

Especially the ribs. The dry rub is best without any sauce at all.

Happy Sticky!

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Bob Hope.

Bob has one of the first electric refrigerators ever made. He got it out of a trash pile around 40 years ago and fixed it.

Over 100 years old he thinks and it still works.

The process of making a custom ball marker took about 45 minutes. Good thing he had a stick of raw bronze handy.

He tapped my initials onto the bottom using an 80 year old set of letter stamps.

Intermission.

Polish… seriously Bob Hope? Seriously.

I now have my very own ball marker on the off chance that I decide to pick up golf. I wonder if the kids on the coarse will make fun of me for having a homemade one instead of a flashy plastic one… Behold.

And that was my experience with Bob Hope. What i didn’t get a picture of was the air controlled train whistle that he made and mounted to his 1975 Jeep that he has been preparing for the upcoming Georgia Steam Engine Festival in October… I mean, I had to go man!

Hope you had a great time… Word.