Trashy Food (Not So) at the Treylor Park
Savannah is known for their great oak trees dripping with moss, wrought iron fences and banisters lining the old money mansion houses and of course Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil. It's not a wonder why Georgia is the latest and cheapest location to shoot feature films, given their tax breaks and all. Louisiana; otherwise known as Hollywood South had a plethora of movies and documentaries come from here, giving many LA residents jobs. That's all gone now thanks to our state politics, but I digress. Savannah is very picturesque and a great place to visit if you want to get lost in a fairy tale of the Great South. This was a reason why I made a detour here on my way to St. Augustine, a mere 3 hour drive away.
I managed to make a three day visit here. Unfortunately it rained two out of the three days there, bummer. That's summertime in the South, I reckon. Being on the road for about 10 hours we checked into our hotel, first asking where we can get a bite to eat without being treated like a tourist. I frankly asked Keisha our check-in gal "Where does Keisha go out to eat?" told me a few places that I wrote down, mostly steamed seafood restaurants. The seafood restaurant was for another day. She gave me a list of what the hotel recommended with addresses for App car services or hotel bus, but arriving there on a Saturday afternoon, I wanted to rest a bit.
I went through the list ones highlighted didn't have the appeal that I was looking for in a restaurant, from Google searches. Being from New Orleans, us New Orleanians are looking for the next great time. I was forewarned about the many weddings in the summertime in Savannah, so finding parking would be a challenge. I stumbled upon the Treylor Park in downtown Savannah right on the river front or the main drag. I wanted to have a good meal, but have a drink and relax without being in a stuffy white tablecloth restaurant. Another addition was I wanted a good place for late night and good, cheap eats with an amazing bar. Treylor Park is all that rolled into one, fine, beat up UPS package.
Missing a parking spot right in front, we got another great spot; thanks to my parking Karma we walked about 2 blocks to our destination. There was a 45 minute wait at 9:30 at night for a two top. Put my name on the list along with my mobile number with not bulky flashing thing to hold. My eyes immediately gazed up to the bar basked in orange light with small led light chain illuminating the vast whisky selection. I ordered an Old Fashioned with Bulleit Rye and my partner a Makers on the rocks. Now, I'm not going to sugar coat it. The drinks were damn expensive, but if it wasn't the best Old Fashioned I've ever had closest to my Dad's concoction. The girl next to me saw the bartender, Adam making my drink and curiously asked me what it was. I gave her a straw to try it, after all, who am I not to share. I may have just changed a Millennial's life. Adam the bartender said he makes it like his grandfather did. Good Man!
Oh, I didn't mention the 80 era movies playing for the customers. Yeah, Goonies was playing for people to watch or just have as a screen junk. I would call what you have in a sports bar screen junk, so there's my term. Shortly after Don't Tell Mom, The Babysitter's Dead started playing.
Once receiving our drinks, two spots at the bar opened up. I took the seat and found that we can eat there too. Bonus! The menu was unlike anything I have seen. The starters were Avocado Fries, Crab Cake Sliders but the one that stood out the most was the PB and J Chicken Wings. My freaking gawd, I really need to learn how to make this! About 8 of these suckers came from the kitchen on a aluminum plate with a silver shot glass filled with a Georgia Peach jelly dipping sauce. The wings were coated in a peanut butter glaze with a hint of Hoisin sauce. This being said, it didn't taste like the dipping sauce when you get Vietnamese Spring Rolls. No folks, it was like peanut butter flavored crack on a wing. Damn good! In addition to the appetizer we ordered the Southern Sloppy Joe. This is ground venison made with a homemade tomato sauce with a melt in your mouth greatness. The bun was soft but not so that it fell apart. We devoured this in mere seconds like we haven't seen food for days.
I was then thirsty, but departed from the whisky cocktail and ordered a Mickey's Malt Liquor in the hand-grenade bottle. Yep, a Big Mouth Mickey! Perfect!! Treylor Park even has Shafers Light, PBR and Miller High Life if you're really feeling trashy.
I then said, I haven't seen Mickey's since I snuck into bars of my teenage years. Adam showcased the Mickey's as if were a fine Chateau Rothchild, opening it with a quick twist of the wrist. I heard the cap break and could smell the beer gas escaping from the bottle. The cap had a puzzle with a message to the individual who drank from it. It read Don't Bee A Snowflake. Score! A direct hit!! I have the gumption to make a necklace with the cap and wear it proudly!
It was time to go. With my go cup in hand, I wanted to see what else was of theTreylor Park. So I took a walk to the back where I discovered a well lit courtyard, string bulb lights adorned with high top picnic style tables. The outside was packed with peeps of adult ages. I happen to run across a group of guys there celebrating a bachelor party from parts of Chicago, Houston, Cleveland and Atlanta. They were in there mid 30s and the ranges of age were all the way to Granny with a cocktail. The vibe was contagious. Everyone there seemed really friendly. If you didn't have a place to stand, someone would make room. It was that kind of place.
All and all, Treylor Park is a place I would love to come visit again! Sadly I didn't get a wife beater's shirt, but there's always next time.
Stay true!
Saucy Girl signing off