She Says: Maybe the Drift Away Cafe should just ... drift away.
If there's anything I hate more in life than listening to the stupid, annoying sounds vuvuzulas (so I'm anti-World Cup ... sue me) is having a beautiful day ruined by sub par food (or having a wonderful dessert date at Lulu' s ruined by the sound of Will's vuvuzala app * shoots evil glance at boyfriend*).
It was the kind of Saturday we Savannians dream of: the wind was blowing, there was no humidity, and the temperature wasn't in the 100's. So Will's parents came down for the day to go for a scooter ride. We rode out to the Isle of Hope, where we took in the marshy sights, and stayed cool riding under live oak trees that formed a canopy over our heads. We were in scooter heaven.
After taking in the Isle of Hope we decided to drive out to Wormsloe, a historical plantation that I've never seen before. I was excited, but also hungry. So we all drove to a cute little dive a couple of blocks up from Wormsloe. It was the typical dive: the kind that has the sea shells and beach decor covering wood planked walls (cute, but forgettable). When we walked in we just knew it was the perfect spot. Nobody was in there except a few old men at the bar, which made for a quick in-and-out lunch. We were going to be in Wormsloe in no time.
The waitress came and got our drink orders promptly. I could already see the plantation in my head. But that image quickly faded as the waitress didn't come back to get our food order for another ten minutes.
When she did come back, Will and I ordered fish tacos to split ... that took 30 MINUTES to get to our table. Now I'm no math wiz, but I do know that fish doesn't take 30 minutes to cook. I was annoyed and the plantation was slowly fading away in my mind.
To make matters worse, when the tacos did get there, they were sub par. Granted, I'm extremely picky when it comes to fish tacos, since I ate my first one in Hawaii. But there are simple rules when it comes to fish tacos: use fresh fish, good tortillas, and light, fresh toppings.