Savannah: Dinner at Elizabeth's on 37th

In the picture below, Mommy and Daddy are waiting to bid Lola goodbye and drive to Elizabeth's, the best restaurant in Savannah, for a delayed anniversary dinner. Lola, Grandpa and Grandma had a great time in the hotel restaurant, we heard later. Much was made of Lola by the chef, and Lola even shared shrimp-grits with Grandma (Lola has a vexed relationship with grits, but not with the wonderful Grandma).
The woman at the front desk of our hotel warned us that Elizabeth's was in a "transitional neighborhood," and that parking was limited. She suggested we take a cab. I told both desk clerks that we had lived in New Orleans, and the second desk clerk (not as silly) said we could drive. Here is our Camry, parked right in front of the restaurant and its sign. The neighborhood is about as "transitional" as a boutique district in Uptown New Orleans (in other words, perfectly normal).

Josh took a picture of Kathy in front of the restaurant, which looks like a cross between a "cottage" (small mansion) and an estate (gigantic mansion) in a Merchant-Ivory film.

Josh had parmesan-encrusted snapper, on top of Zinfandel braised short rib ragout, made with low country rice and field peas. Kathy had crab fried rice (nothing like the lowbrow version) and scallops with a touch of cucumber sauce.