All y’all!
I have trouble not picking up a southern drawl when we’re in the Southeast. I can’t help myself! I hear something I like, and I pour it on like gravy on biscuits
It’s not because anyone I know who grew up in Atlanta in particular has a drawl (not before a few drinks anyway). And the only Southern influence I had growing up was Blanche Devereaux from the Golden Girls. So there’s really no reason I might pick up the hey y’all except as an indulgence into one of the more endearing aspects of southern living. Luckily, I’m not really a Yankee, so no one gives me too hard a time. It also helps that we only hang out with our friends and fam bam so All y’all does seem like the most applicable way to call out to everyone.
The trip back east was a fun filled, back to back to back lineup of the best backyard and park hangs a gal could ask for.
Keepin’ the Hot in Hotlanta we got the socially distanced versions of the astounding Law Lady Margaret , the infinitely enjoyable Lawsky Clan, and the ever engaging Milan and Jenna. And of course, there would only be a car roof over our head if it weren’t for the parental units, the number one bike tour company you can’t find on Yelp, the Watkins!
Speaking of backyards, did you know Tennessee is just in Georgia’s backyard?! If you want to hear a good ‘ol southern twang, go to Tennessee. And I learned why it’s called the “Volunteer State” too; because if the nearby camper, a local woman with her kids, was any indication, Tenneseeans are happy to volunteer a 15 minute conversation about their dogs, their RVs, their elderly parents, their car, and their dinner for the night . Now that I think about it, I guess that’s why they call it Chattanooga! (eh?! eh?!)
There was some not-talking too. In Memphis, not only did we make sure to get some of the best ribs I’ve ever had at Cozy Corner, but we also rode our bikes over to the National Civil Rights Museum at the Lorraine Motel. We didn’t go into the museum itself, but it was pretty amazing to be able to reflect and enjoy a few moments of silence in front of the preserved motel, where Dr. Martin Luther King spent his last moments.
And keepin it 100 down on the bayou, don’t miss out on the hot recs and the backyard garden of NOLA’s number one tour guide Lindsay! We blame her entirely for the amazing meal at the Big Easy’s best backyard Bacchanal, but we only have ourselves to blame for the great powered sugar massacre of 2020. (We learned how to eat beignets before we learned how to spell “beignets”)
Georgia, Tennessee, Louisiana - we’ll see all y’all soon.
