Day 29 (Oops, Not 28): Al’s Excellent Adventure – Underground Falls and Over the Top Lunch
So I finally figured out why my trip timeline was off, I skipped the day in Kansas when the Eisenhower Library was closed. Apparently, if history takes a holiday, so do I. So let's correct that: today is Day 29.
We kicked off the day at Ruby Falls, which is not a fancy shampoo brand but a 145-foot underground waterfall located 1,120 feet beneath Lookout Mountain. Yep, we went down into the Earth to look at water falling down. It’s the deepest commercial waterfall in the U.S., which sounds like something you say when a mountain has a midlife crisis and starts trying to impress tourists.
Again, we did the Georgia, Tennessee, Georgia shuffle.
After spelunking and soaking up some damp beauty, Phillip and I headed to Main Street Meats, a place recommended by our good friend Gene, who used to live in the Georgia mountains and apparently knows where all the best burger joints!
The service at Main Street Meats? Next level.
Our water glasses never dipped below half full. I think they had some kind of water ninja working the floor. The waitress was friendly, professional, and somehow always appeared right as we were thinking about asking for something. Mind reader? Possibly.
Everyone on staff seemed to be on a mission to make sure no one left even slightly unsatisfied. They were gliding around the restaurant like hospitality hawks, spotting empty plates and refilling needs before you even raised a finger.
Honestly, this wasn’t just a dining experience...
It was a divine dining experience.
I left full, happy, and slightly in love with the service staff.
This place didn’t disappoint. In fact, I might still be dreaming about that burger. It was juicy, smoky, and may have whispered compliments to me mid-bite. The fries were basically gourmet potato chips, thick-sliced, and grilled to perfection. Wow!
And then came the desserts. Oh, the desserts. They offered:
Blueberry pie (tempting)
Chocolate gelato (Phillip’s choice — he looked like he’d found inner peace)
And what I went for: a frozen banana pudding ice cream sandwich.
Now, I was expecting something wrapped in chocolate, like a giant Klondike bar’s southern cousin. But no — this glorious creation was sandwiched between two slabs of cake. It wasn’t what I imagined, but wow, it was good. It tasted like your grandma’s banana pudding got a fancy food truck and went viral on TikTok.
Main Street Meats, I will be back. Probably wearing stretchy pants.
Tonight’s dinner was top-tier comfort food, courtesy of Kim, who really outdid hersel, pulled pork, perfectly cooked broccoli, and homemade mac and cheese that could win awards.
I’ve really enjoyed my time with Kim and Phillip. It’s been a fun and meaningful visit. I’ve missed them so much since they left Tallahassee, and spending this time together reminded me just how special they are. Being with good friends like that is hard to beat.
As the curtain begins to close on this leg of the adventure, I’m getting ready to head home tomorrow. It’ll be good to see my Tallahassee friends again, I've been gone too long
But no rest for the wicked: Saturday is jam-packed with coffee at 9 a.m. with a coffee group, lunch with friends at noon, and then a birthday bash for a couple of adults refusing to let go of their 40s. Should be a blast.
Oh — and in car news: I got word today that my vehicle might be ready Monday. Or not. Or maybe. Apparently, it’ll be ready when it’s ready. So...we wait.
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