I just made it in time for Norm’s Thursday Doors prompt! I hope you’ll pop over and see the doors we found on our Savannah trip while living in Georgia. There is likely a post about it in this space as well, if you are of a mind to go exploring here on Dreaming Reality.
If not, pop over to check out the cool doors we found at the train museum. See you over there!
When we went in search of breakfast on our recent trip to Chattanooga, we thought we hit the jackpot at Puckett’s, a local bar and grill venue with a lot of history and a tasty breakfast. Conveninetly located within an easy walking distance of our hotel and just across from the Tennessee Aquarium, it seemed the perfect stop on our way to see what the Aquarium had to offer.
The main doors were oddly unremarkable, although nice. The restaurant name is plainly visible on the huge awning that spans the length of the buiding but there was no sign on the door or near the door. The only indication we made it to the right place was a printed door mat as you step inside the front doors.
But look at that breakfast! Simple but yummy. And the biscuit tasted even better than it looks. I loved the mug so much we had to snag one for home. Of course we paid for it, silly. 🙄
I only wished we had more time to return for an evening meal when there was live music, but maybe next visit. The inside is appealing, open and warm-a lot like Cheers!
It wasn’t until I needed to visit the ladies’ room before we headed to the Aquarium that I found them! All in the ladies’ room. 🙊🙈
From the main door…
to the stall doors, which were so cool…
I was tickled to find such a treasure trove of doors. Then in the hall was a cache of train memorabilia that was the icing on the cake.
This time train memorabilia, next time real train experience!
This post is brought to you as part of our host Norm Frampton’s weekly doorscursion event, where participants post about doors they have seen, photographed, sketched…any doors. You can make a beeline over to his blog and get the schedule and itinerary for this event.
I want to express my sincerest apologies to all train enthusiasts out there. My yesterday got away from me with a mere nod to one of my blogging friend’s favorite events of the year! So, Dan. I am very sorry, sir. I am behind my times.
I was making merry in my way yesterday, getting things done and feeling happy; and that is sufficient unto itself, as is said. As I sit here in my room, listening to the train that rolls by several times a day, I am thankful for such small pleasures. It is a bit sad that they are apparently not allowed to blow the whistle while traveling through this area, but the low rumbling of the cars on the rails is still most comforting to me as I wonder where she has been and where she is headed.
I am posting just a few of my most recent train photos, although I have so many over the years and not the time to peruse my archives.
I can only think of one person who aptly expresses my emotions when I see, hear or step aboard a train. Have a listen to Hank’s rendition as you look at my little collection.
This photo is cool because the man who took the photo said the train was pulling all engines and they were all running a once, making a thunderous sound. You can read about the city of Austell’s founder Alfred Austell, here.
I will hopefully be posting separately for Mother’s Day. Meanwhile, I have fun plans for the day with one of my sons. I hope all of you find a way to honor the mother influences in your lives, both within and without.