Barry White, The Avett Brothers, and Grits

Trip Start Nov 08, 2007
Trip End Nov 12, 2007

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Friday, November 9, 2007

As my nature walk concluded around 2pm, for a fleeting moment my deep love of the Avetts came into question, but before a rooster could crow I got BACK into the car for the long haul BACK to Augusta (driven through yesterday) and stayed true to the "big fan" category.  More cotton, more bible-belt radio stations, more roadside boiled-peanut stands.  Showtime was at 8pm and I arrived at the Queene Anne Inn in downtown Augusta with two hours to spare.  The innkeeper explained that the heat wasn't working in the B&B proper, so I was switched to a room in their adjacent inn.  Not exactly what I had selected...antique, four-poster bed with canopy and LOTS of red velvet pillows, red wallpaper with peacocks, heart-shaped tub with draped netting and bubblebath...I expected Barry White to walk in any moment.  Nonetheless it was a beautiful room in an old Victorian, and close enough to the Imperial Theater.

The innkeeper gave me a great recommendation for a tapas restaurant called "The Bees Knees."  I met some friendly Augusta folks and had a yummy salad, homemade sangria, and a HEAVENLY dish called the 'avocado chop chop' (avocado-half meets crabmeat meets some sort of divine sauce -- all baked together to sheer and utter perfection.)

I hurried back the three long blocks to the theatre, just in time to get a rye and ginger, take a red velvety seat, and meet John and Tiffany, a friendly local couple sitting next to me.  The old theatre was beautiful, but not full of stuffy formality.  It was general admission, people were milling about, and drinks were allowed in the theatre.  I love Augusta!  I was pleasantly surprised by The Shaun Piazza Band, a local act that opened, and then saw what might be my best Avett Brothers show to date.

Here's a clip taken with a digital camera from at least 15 rows back, so don't expect Scorsese. 

After the show I returned to the canopy bed, slept too late thanks to too much rye whiskey, and then cashed in my Queene Anne complimentary breakfast card at the Whistle Stop Cafe.  To get a true taste of Augusta (and a dose of culture shock after the ultra-urban tapas bar), I indulged in the greasy spoon's breakfast special:  one egg, two slices of bacon, raisin toast, and grits.  Fully enjoyed, but my appetite was even more satiated after I inquired about the row of trophies atopped with silver gleaming pigs.  "The owner, she done won the hog-calling state championship three years in a row."  Well, suuuweeeeeeee!  Time to get me to Florida.
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