I was nineteen the first time I ever drove over the drawbridge into Beaufort, North Carolina. Good Southern girl that I was, I had arrived for a debutante party. One look, and I was absolutely smitten.
The oysters are vanishing from Apalachicola. No one knows if they’ll come back. You won’t find them on most menus anymore, and oyster boats have all but abandoned the bay. There’s plenty of blame to go around, but that won’t help this charming village on the shores of the Florida Panhandle. As its claim to fame disappears, Apalachicola vows it won’t share the same fate.
Tabasco sauce isn’t just a Southern staple; it’s beloved the world over and has been a mainstay on tables and countertops for 150 years.
Cruise down the Intracoastal Waterway with Santa Claus, take in hundreds of thousands of holiday lights, and enjoy a white Christmas without leaving the South.
Gems, apples, and bears would seem unrelated—unless you find yourself in Hendersonville, North Carolina. The three are woven into the town’s history and winked at all along Main Street.
The Sazerac is the official cocktail of New Orleans. Most of its ingredients, like Herbsaint and Peychaud’s bitters, were either invented in this city or find a home here.
Memphis is best known for its musical pedigree, cholesterol-be-damned gastronomical specialties, and party-hearty kitsch—spangly Elvis jumpsuits, sloshing buckets of iridescent-blue booze, and Graceland’s lurid “Jungle Room.” But Memphis is much more than barbecue and Beale Street.
In this era of beanie-wearing bellmen, disco-ball lobbies, and turntables in every guest room, it’s comforting to know some resorts remain unapologetically classic. One such resort is the Ritz-Carlton, Amelia Island.