More on Portions

So I tried to eat this--country ham, pimento cheese, mustard, and peanuts on a roll, plus a side of pork rinds because I hope I die before I get old--but decided to save the rinds for the plane because it's nice to make new friends. Anyway, best ham and cheese in the known universe.

Karen had a niçoise sandwich and swears the tuna was the best ever. And peas and peanuts salad. And fish sauce and vinegar crisps. We're thinking a lot about all the interesting detox salads we'll make when we get home.

A further note on that brewery from a few posts ago. Fifteen bucks buys you a "tour," six six-ounce pours, and your choice of pint glass, six-pack, or growler refill. But this is the funny part: in Georgia, breweries can't sell beer unless it's part of the "educational experience." The place was already full at two, when they officially open, and many people appeared to have been enjoying their educational experience for quite some time. And those six-ounce tastings, which are more like ten, are bought with tickets that, once one is suitably educated, are passed to the person next to you in a reverse Ponzi scheme of inebriation. Apparently it is quite the Saturday attraction as by 2:45 it was a 110 degree mosh pit. Good times.