I'll tell my Auntie Ellen you said so, because she makes them.
Really?! They are gorgeous! I really love the one made of wheat, and the tankard one at Chowning's Tavern is really clever. I ate there the one time I went to Williamsburg--I really should get back there someday, preferably at Christmastime.
One coworker promised the deputy uber-boss cookies if he made it through a whole meeting without speaking. He did! But it was hard work for him.
Chowning's Tavern
Last time I checked, my Aunt and Uncle thought the food was best at Christiana Campbell's. If you're ever going down, let me know and I'll check in with them.
We spent some time there this summer with friends visiting from CA and found it very kid-unfriendly in terms of food -- no kids menus at the taverns!
eta: I almost forgot the most important part -- I can get you 1/2 price tickets through my Aunt and Uncle (because they live in Williamsburg).
Hee--a video on the writer's strike with a Daily Show writer and a special appearance by John Oliver!
I'll keep that in mind, Sparky! My mom was wondering if I'd be able to take two weeks off in March or April so we can drive down to Florida, with a stop in Savannah on the way. Maybe I can see if we can add a detour to Williamsburg, as well (when we were there before, it was August and 100+ degrees, so April would be a definite change).
There's got to be a place during a lame ass meeting for a good "More??!? You want More?!??!?"
"You called down the thunder, well now you got it!! FIRE UP POWERPOINT!! YEEEEEHAAAWWWW!!!"
I'll keep that in mind, Sparky!
I just need enough lead time to ask my Aunt to get the tickets. They aren't day-specific.
Wow. Nobody at all clicked on the walking suitcase link?
There are a couple of things I want down on the universe's permanent record.
First, just because it's called the "Country Mart" and it is made up of cute buildings does NOT actually make it a country mart because it's in FUCKING Brentwood.
Second, in the parking lot at Country Mart, you can't occupy a space that my car is already in, even though you are trying to back up to let someone out of their parking space so you can have it. As much as I'd like to get away from you, Mr. Fucking Awful Driver, I can't. Until I can figure out how to disapparate me and my car, I'm in occupying space and you can't occupy it simultaneously.