John and I had an absolute blast on our secret trip to Savannah. Our drive from Katie Bower’s lovely casa in Atlanta was mostly uneventful—until one hilarious moment that had us laughing for miles.
At home we try to eat fresh, local, and organic most of the time, but on vacation we allow ourselves a little looseness. Before we knew it, the dog’s head was in the french fries—classic vacation behavior.
We stayed three blissful days at the Comfort Suites (great location and a sweet Expedia deal). After checking in, we had a few hours of blog business to handle—more specifically, we spent around three hours in the hotel resolving a comment frenzy for a ZGallerie contest, which froze the system when over a thousand entries came in quickly. Once that was sorted, we focused on enjoying Savannah: sightseeing, eating, and soaking up every minute. The weather was perfect, and the moss-draped oaks, cobblestone streets, and picturesque trolleys made the city feel like a postcard. Horse-drawn carriages added charm—think Central Park vibes, without the crowds and taxis.
In the heart of Savannah is a large green space called Forsyth Park, where locals walk dogs, picnic, and relax. We loved watching people and letting Burger sniff his way through the grounds. Walking the park perimeter revealed some stunning homes overlooking the magnificent lawn—one in particular featured a cloud-like gray exterior that looked dreamy beneath the mossy oak canopy.
Nearby we admired a sage green house with black shutters and crisp white trim—proof that black and white accents can pair flawlessly with softer tones.
We also made a stop at Desposito’s Seafood, a beloved neighborhood dive known for dim lighting, well-worn floors, and newspaper-covered tables—but with some of the freshest seafood around. I couldn’t resist playing along with the atmosphere and struck a crab-like pose for the camera.
John took his turn impersonating a crab, reminding me that crabs have claws and pointy bits—so my earlier impression leaned more octopus than crustacean.
For dinner we shared a Low Country Basket overflowing with shrimp, sausage, potatoes, and corn, plus steamed snow crab legs and potato salad. The restaurant’s humble surroundings vanished the moment we dug into the food—it was that good.
When it came to dessert, Savannah didn’t disappoint. Candy shops tempted us with monstrous candied apples and oversized peanut butter cups, and we couldn’t resist LuLu’s—a cozy dessert spot with live music and an unforgettable peanut butter chocolate cake. It disappeared quickly—worth every bite.
We loved strolling the Historic District at dusk—the glowing streetlights, wrapped porches, and quiet squares make Savannah one of the most charming cities we’ve visited.
On our final day we drove twenty minutes to Tybee Island, a relaxed beachfront community just outside Savannah, where we browsed the shops at Tybee Oaks and found plenty to inspire future projects.
Our favorite stop on Tybee was an eclectic outdoor junk market full of hidden treasures. We spotted a sweet aluminum boat that would make a quirky sunroom coffee table with a plexiglass or wooden top, and a sturdy metal stool base that would shine as an accent table with a round wooden top and a fresh coat of paint.
Heading back home, Burger kept us entertained in the car—he seemed quite proud of his ability to find a cozy spot for his head. In his defense, I probably would do the same if I could fit.
We also did plenty of window shopping—Savannah has so many great decor stores that we practically raided them all with camera in hand. Stay tuned for a follow-up post with our favorite shops and finds from the trip.