Savannah enters the picture via a sidebar: “Savannah: Charleston’s younger, drunker sister.”
The piece establishes Savannah as plenty nice, too, despite having “more ‘purdy’ real estate you can’t afford,” but then turns an appreciative eye to the ordinance allowing drinking outdoors in most of downtown.
“It’s a revelation: a bar crawl without the finishing up,” Hemming writes.
The author advises visitors to avoid the “waterside tourist trap” of River Street and to start an informal pub crawl at the Crystal Beer Parlor. Next up, Pinkie Master’s Lounge, and then down to West Congress Street for stops at a trio of diverse local favorites — The Rail Pub, The Jinx and Hang Fire.
Sometimes I read travel articles and am left wondering if the writer even came to Savannah, but this pithy sidebar sure feels authentic.
Some folks around town don’t want Savannah to be known for its to-go cups, but they are undoubtedly part of the city’s being.