Okay, let's have a show of hands... How many people have memories of going to Carey Hilliards that go back several decades?
Go on, raise your hand...
I know I do.
When I was a wee tiny tater tot, my family would pile into the station wagon and head on over to Carey Hilliards whenever family came to town. Sometimes we'd get it for a special occasion by ourselves, but mostly it was when Pappy Dick or Grandma Edith or Aunt Margaret came to visit.
And now that I'm a big ol' grown up who doesn't cook, their fried shrimp, brunswick stew, and onion rings are a trusted (and majorly unhealthy) staple on the Dhuland dinner table.
Do folks who weren't raised here eat at Carey Hilliards? I don't know... I'm not sure I'd eat there if it weren't filled with so many yummy memories. It's kind of a grease bucket... but dammit, it's OUR grease bucket. Right Savannah?
So I guess you know what we had for dinner tonight. Haha!
It was good to the last drop!
Ho HO Ho!
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