The three plus hour caffeine free drive from the Panhandle to America’s Oldest City was not enjoyable. By the time I arrived in Saint Augustine I was suffering withdrawals
I camped out at the Orange County courthouse for the better part of a morning. Breakfast was not an option and I subsisted on a banana I had stashed away in my car
Before heading home to Florida we met up with the lovely Miss Katie at the Flying Biscuit Cafe in Buckhead. The restaurant was located mere steps from our hotel
On our last morning in Saint Augustine we decided to meet up with Becky’s niece Sam and her husband David at Georgie’s Diner.
Sam and I were cruising around Murray Hill looking for someplace to eat a late lunch when she suggested the Crazy Egg located at 954 Edgewood Ave South.
An early morning errand brought me to the east side of Tallahassee. After taking care of business I searched for place to eat breakfast. I ran across the Bada Bean
Real diner fare is something noticeably missing from the Tallahassee area, and the greasy spoons of my youth ran through my head as I made the short drive to the iconic restaurant.
Our third morning in Savannah was our last. We skipped breakfast at the inn and took a stroll through the historic district in search of somewhere to eat breakfast. By the time we hit Johnson Square, Becky was ready to mutiny.