On our way out of Charleston in the middle of nowhere I woke up from a food-coma induced car nap having to really, and I mean really, pee. Long story short, I took my first outdoor wee somewhere between South Carolina and Georgia. Early that night we pulled into a Radisson in Marietta, Georgia and I was convinced I was going to throw up from that long car ride. So just let me set the scene; it’s dusk, I’m pacing back and forth on the medium between the Radisson parking lot and the highway, with my boyfriend yelling out the window “Just throw up, you’ll feel better!” and me yelling back at him “But I don’t wanna throw up!”. I really hate all things vomit. I ended up chewing half a pack of mint gum and doing lamaze-like breathing techniques which prevented me from leaving another part of me behind in Georgia. What’s with all the untimely bodily functions?
Anyway. We settled into our hotel room and decided that we were too pooped to go out but we still wanted a great meal. While I recovered from my traumatic near-vomit experience, Dave ventured out to South City Kitchen to find dinner for us (aw what a guy!) He came back with the best meal we had the entire trip. It was true southern cooking.
- Fried green tomatoes with goat cheese and red pepper coulis (RIDICULOUS)
- Roasted Peach Salad with blueberries and corn bread crumble (AMAZING)
- Fried Chicken with garlic collards, smashed bliss potatoes and honey thyme jus. (OUTTA THIS WORLD)
- Biscuits and Cornbread (LIFE CHANGING)
- Mac and Cheese Shells (SPECTACULAR)
We enjoyed it in our jammies, in blissful silence, looking occasionally at each other only to roll our eyes in ecstasy. Then we fell immediately to sleep in yet another welcomed food coma. Who needs sleeping pills when you have comfort food, amiright?
The next day was a day we had been planning for a long time. As baseball enthusiasts we had made it our life’s goal to visit every Major League Baseball Stadium in the US and being in Atlanta, we had to see Turner Field, especially since they would be knocking it down soon.
After a stick-to-your ribs southern brunch in Marietta, we wandered around Atlanta to kill some time before the game. We witnessed how truly opulent some of the houses were and also how old the city was; I found a graveyard that dated back to 1800 in the middle of a huge development.
Game time! Turner Field was a beautiful stadium. The entryway had giant statues of notable Braves’ players as well as their numbers. The stadium itself was very fan friendly with party decks and places to eat. We were surprised at how many people were actually sitting in their seats in the boiling sunshine. Usually in Citi Field if it was the least bit too humid people would flock in droves to the nearest party deck, club or restaurant to cool off. We ended up getting great seats and enjoyed some margaritas while we filled in our Ballpark Passports.
Dave has family in Georgia and has been visiting since he was a kid. That night he remembered something he used to do when he was a kid, but wasn’t sure if it was still around. After some research he found out that it was still going on. It was the Stone Mountain Park Laser Show Spectacular. You must be thinking the same thing I was. Really? A laser show? Is it 1983? I was looking forward to it, but I had no idea it would be as amazing as it turned out to be.
We sat down in front of a giant cliff race with a relief sculpture on it, looming over a manicured lawn stretching to where we were, sitting on some rocks because the ground was a little damp. I started to get uncomfortable but that was all forgotten when the show started. It was completely stunning. I had no idea it would be this amazing. There was fire, lasers, lights, movie projections, music. It was truly entertaining and original. I was enraptured from start to finish, sitting on the edge of my…rock…like a little kid. I kept turning to Dave and whispering “This is so cool!”
Tired from a full day of fun and excitement, hungry from…you know what, I have no idea how we could be hungry again. All we did was eat. Regardless, it was dinnertime and we went to Marietta Diner, a truly classic American diner. We didn’t realize it until we got there that it was featured on Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives and probably one of the most iconic diners in the South. The outside was everything a diner should be; loud, bright, metallic and Art Deco.
Atlanta came and went too fast. We didn’t explore the city in depth like we did Charleston, but we did what we set out to do; visit Turner Field and have some great southern comfort food. Marietta, where Dave’s aunt lives, is as sweet and charming as his aunt. We had some peaches, we saw some baseball, and we were ready to relax on sandy beaches. Our next stop would be Key West, my favorite stop along the way.
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