Travel & Food – Fried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette, Georgia

After spending the night in Montgomery, Alabama, today we drove to Macon, Georgia with a two stops on the way (and a new time zone!). Georgia is completely gorgeous.

Georgia state lineSorry for the weird colour, the white balance was on the wrong setting and I had to take this photo in a rush through the windscreen so didn’t notice until after. I tried to fix it in Photoshop but this was the best I could do.

Driving in Georgia

The first stop was at Fresh Air Barbecue in Jackson, Georgia. Nick walked in with a t-shirt on from Blacks BBQ in Texas which immediately got all the ladies behind the counter talking. We were met with cries of ‘Oh, don’t you worry, we do barbecue better than them!’.

The ladies behind the counter were just fabulous. Our first real taste of the famous ‘Southern hospitality’ that everyone always talks about (although I think Nick was a bit intimidated!). We ordered a plate of pulled pork with coleslaw and Brunswick stew.

Fresh Air Barbecue Jackson Georgia signFresh Air Barbecue sign

We ate outside on the wooden benches and sat next to some lovely people who were taking part in a Civil War enactment so they were dressed real smart and old-fashioned. They were really lovely and talked to us for a little while. After we’d eaten we went back inside to take some photos and the lovely ladies gave us a magnet and some postcards and wrote us a little note on the back of one of them and got every one to sign it. Once we’d thanked them profusely, we went outside to take some more photos and one of them came rushing out with a hat emblazoned with their logo for us to take.

Fresh Air Barbecue Jackson Georgia outdoor seatingPulled pork and brunswick stew at Fresh Air Barbecue Jackson GeorgiaFresh Air BarbecueFresh Air Barbecue Jackson GeorgiaFresh Air Barbecue Jackson Georgia inside

Honestly, everyone is so nice. And I love that everyone calls each other ‘sir’ and ‘m’am’ all the time.

After that we drove to Juliette to get some fried green tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe. (If you haven’t seen the movie, I strongly recommend it, in fact, it’s the perfect Sunday afternoon film)

Whistle Stop Cafe Juliette GeorgiaSweet tea in mason jars at Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette GeorgiaFried Green Tomatoes at the Whistle Stop Cafe Juliette GeorgiaEmma from The Style Box at the Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette Georgia

At the Whistle Stop CafeI had to put this picture on just to wind Nick up. He really hates attracting attention to himself and he hates touristy stuff so it was his worst nightmare when the lovely waitress lady offered to take our photo if we climbed up onto the shoe shine. I could see him cringing and looking so awkward. It made me laugh so much.

The Whistle Stop Cafe in Juliette GeorgiaI wasn’t a huge fan of the fried green tomatoes. They are slightly bitter in taste and the batter was a bit too spicy for me but I’m glad I tried them.

Again, everyone there was incredibly lovely. Being a bit of a cynic, I was kind of expecting everyone to treat us like generic tourists and just try and turn the tables as quick as possible to get the next bus load in but it really wasn’t like that at all. Everyone had all the Southern charm you could have wished for and I could have curled up and stayed there forever.

After we’d eaten, we wandered around some of the shops, but we’d entered a new time zone during our drive without realising so it was later than we thought and some of the shops had already closed. In one antique-type shop, was an older man called Bear, who was delighted that we were from the UK and spoke to us for ages about where we could go to see all the scenes from the film and about his history as a movie prop maker. He just kept saying, ‘You wanna go there, you just tell ’em Bear sent you’ in a thick Southern drawl. During our time in the shop, another man came in who was probably 80-90 years old and was telling us about the time he spent in England during the war. He was stationed in Southampton and Cherbourg, rescuing injured soldiers and helping them get back to New York on boats. We laughed when he said Southampton was one of the bleakest, most dull places he’d ever been. We assured him that it hadn’t changed!

Tomorrow we’re heading to Savannah, which is still in Georgia but it’s right on the east coast so I’m rather looking forward to it. It’s got a bit chillier since leaving humid New Orleans but it’s still warm enough for shorts so I’m happy.