I’m back in Chapel Hill after a wonderful Spring Break trip with friends. Our trip was from Sunday-Friday, and we definitely hit all of the charming southern cities with lots of tourist appeal–Charleston, Hilton Head and Savannah. When I last updated, we were still in Charleston, which was a lot of fun. I’d say my favorite (and cheapest) meal of the whole trip was in Charleston! As I mentioned, Brad and I met up with our HS friends, Mark and Anna, for lunch at Old Towne Grill and Seafood Restaurant on Monday. The name of the restaurant is deceiving, as the lunch menu consisted of primarily Greek and Mediterranean foods. We were even brought pita bread to munch on before our meals arrived. Regardless, I was thrilled because seafood pretty much dominated our diet for the trip, so it was nice to have a change. I ordered the falafel pita and it was amazing. The falafel was perrrrfect. Normally when I get it at Med Deli in Lenoir (UNC’s dining hall), it is slightly hard and crunchy. This was perfectly moist in the middle. It was heavenly. I ordered a side of steamed veggies as a side and nearly finished the entire meal (something I never do with falafel because it is so dense and filling).
After lunch, the four of us walked around Charleston and wound up at Wet Willie’s, a frozen daiquiri bar notorious for its strong alcoholic slushies. I erred on the side of caution and ordered one of the drinks on the menu that wasn’t followed by a warning regarding the alcohol content. The bar tender told us that one of the drinks, appropriately named “call-a-cab,” has the alcohol content of SIX beers. Yikes! Our slushies were quite refreshing and perfect for a warm day. After finishing off our drinks, we went for a walk in a water front park. This is probably my favorite area in all of Charleston. It is SO beautiful.
That night, we met up with Brandon and Rebecca, and two of our other friends, Ben and Walker. We went to a disappointing dinner, where I ordered what turned out to be an incredibly unappetizing Caesar salad that had about 2 croutons and 4 tough, overcooked, grilled shrimp. Ick. The eight of us spent the evening together, visiting at the hotel and walking around Charleston.
Tuesday, Brandon, Rebecca, Brad and I drove to Hilton Head. I had never been before, and this was probably my favorite city of the trip. Whereas Savannah and Charleston were overwhelmingly touristy and had bars and restaurants everywhere, Hilton Head was classy and upscale and didn’t feel at all like a tourist trap. I came home and told my Dad he ought to retire there! If he doesn’t, I sure will. In Hilton Head, we spent most of our time at our resort at the jacuzzi and pool. It was a gorgeous resort and was quite empty. That meant empty pools and hot tubs! Tuesday was filled with relaxing but Wednesday we did some sight seeing. Before lunch, Brad and I went for a run along the beach. I had never done a beach run before, and it was tough! It was especially hard because I have been having some pretty severe ankle pain recently. I think I’m due for a new pair of running shoes! The scenery during our run made it all worth it though:
After running, we all went for a late lunch at The Salty Dog Cafe. It was warm enough to sit outside on the deck and enjoy our surroundings. We all raved about our food. My grilled chicken sandwich was so tender and juicy! It definitely exceeded my expectations. After lunch, Brad and I went to the t-shirt shop to buy the obligatory Salty Dog Cafe souvenir tee. I swear I see at least one person wearing one of these shirts per day! Then we headed to the Hilton Head lighthouse and walked around the surrounding area.
That evening, we ate at Brad’s favorite restaurant in Hilton Head, Old Oyster Factory. Brad’s grandparents used to have a place at Hilton Head, so he spent most of his summers there. This was great because he was able to recommend restaurants and he knew his way around! At least we didn’t have to listen to the annoying GPS lady in one city! This dinner was phenomenal. If you’re ever in Hilton Head and looking for a nicer place to eat, I’d definitely recommend it. Brad started his meal off with an oyster shooter, consisting of a raw oyster, pepper vodka, cocktail sauce and horseradish sauce. GROSS! He loved it though.
For dinner, I ordered a Filet. I had consumed SO much seafood at this point, and the cost was comparable to the other entrees, so I thought it’d indulge.
It wasn’t until I was about 3/4 of the way through the steak that I remembered–no meat except chicken and seafood! Ah, I was so disappointed in myself. Fortunately, however, I have greatly decreased my red meat intake, so I’m still pleased about that 🙂 Brad ordered the almond Mahi Mahi, which was also tasty.
Dinner was great, and entertaining to say the least. Our waiter was VERY dramatic. I was snickering quietly every time he spoke. I honestly have never met someone SO dramatic and SO excited about the food and SO excited about the wine and SO eager to tell us the specials and SO sorry when he brought out Brad’s drink late. You get the point.
However, the REAL drama came a few hours after dinner. Brandon, Rebecca, Brad and I were all hanging out at the hotel when Brad pointed out that his face was really red. I looked and he was completely covered in hives. His face was bright red, splotchy, and it looked like he had developed acne so bad that it was sure to be a dermatologist’s nightmare. It turns out he had been munching on some trail mix, and it seemed he was having a severe allergic reaction to something in the mix. I ran downstairs to get Benadryl from the front desk. By the time I got back, the rash had spread all over Brad’s neck, shoulders, back, chest, arms and hands. I gave him the medicine right away, and called my Mom. Who else knows how to handle an emergency like Marilyn? She urged me to call a cab and head to the ER. I spoke to Brad’s Mom on the phone as well, and told her what was going on. Brad and I went downstairs and waited for a cab. By the time it came, his rash had improved slightly, but I still wanted to head to the hospital, as he told me his breathing was labored. While in the ER, I was a nervous wreck, but Brad was just calm and excited as ever. “I’ve never been to the ER before!”, “Look, Lisa, my hospital bracelet makes me look like a wounded warrior!”, “Wow, my doctor’s name is Snowman. What a funny name.” Whew. I’m glad he was having such a good time, because I sure wasn’t! To make a long story short, the doctor gave Brad more meds and urged him to follow up with an allergist. What a night! That makes the 3 times in 3 weeks that I have been to the emergency room for the people closest to me. Let’s hope that was the last visit for a while.
Thursday, we headed to Savannah. It was a beautiful, charming town. We did a lot of walking by the river front and checked out several bars and restaurants. That night, we went on a haunted pub tour of Savannah that had been featured in Southern Living. The tour wasn’t a bit pricey, but it was TOTALLY worth it. The tour lasted 2.5 hours and was filled with ghost stories, pubs, and cemeteries. This was probably my favorite thing we did all trip. We learned a lot about the history of Savannah, which is known for being a necropolis (city of the dead) and the most haunted city in the U.S. I am pretty brave and I love horror movies, but the tour left me a little spooked. Even our tour guide, who started doing tours in 1999 (and didn’t believe in ghosts/spirits at the time) said that she has had some encounters that made her quit touring for 3 years and she said “Let’s put it this way: I consulted a Catholic priest for what I experienced…and I am NOT Catholic.” She didn’t go into her personal experiences or encounters, but alluded to the fact that they were very scary. I have no idea if I believe in ghosts or spirits, but this tour definitely sent a chill down my spine. I don’t want to give a lot away, but I think you all should do a haunted pub tour in Savannah! We drove back to Greensboro yesterday, and it’s a good thing because I needed to recover from all of the delicious food I ate, the alcohol I consumed, and the scary stories I heard!