Suwannee, FL – February 3, 2013
If you’re looking for a friend of yours named Leroy in Suwannee you don’t drive into town and look up his name in the phone book. There’s no reception anyway. You walk into the Salt Creek Restaurant, sit down at the bar, and ask Miss Ginger if she knows where he’s at. I’m sure she’d let you borrow the phone too, but chances are, she’ll do a lot better than that old book anyway.
If it’s Sunday and they’re serving fried chicken, order a plate and worry about your cholesterol at some less deserving spot. The fried soft-shell crab ain’t no slouch either. Side of cheese grits or creamed spinach too. And hush puppies, of course, you gotta have hush puppies.
If you don’t like seafood, don’t say anything in front of Miss Carol. Lord help you if you’re from Nebraska and the words “I don’t like seafood” come out of your mouth. You ain’t never had seafood. A microwave and a frozen fillet ain’t seafood. Sit down and learn something. Welcome to Suwannee. This is what real seafood tastes like.
Don’t worry if you don’t know Miss Carol or Leroy or Miss Ginger. Stick around for a minute and you will. You can’t drive through anyway, the road ends here. The pavement just stops right there where the water starts.
Stop, say hello. That’s the kind of place Suwannee is.