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The front case in the café had props from the movie and as I sat there eating my friend green tomatoes, trains went by showing how the café got it’s name. She says the movie is still popular enough to bring people in and it’s the 20 year anniversary this summer so they are having a bee festival. The café was already there before the movie but the movie crew built all the rest of the buildings. The owner told me that this street was the movie set from the movie. So I went in and had some fried green tomatoes. It was the main street from the movie with the café at the end of the street and train tracks running right by it. I drove past a miniscule fire station, a wee little courthouse and 2 gift shops and then just pulled over and parked on the side of the road. I had a moment of wondering what I was following but then I turned onto the prettiest little side road lined with charming buildings in Juliette, Georgia.

I literally thought to myself “I wish the Whistle Stop Café was up ahead because this would be the perfect time to stop.” Not 5 minutes later I see a big hand lettered sign that says Whistle Stop Café with an arrow pointing down a side road and I nearly cause an accident veering off the road to follow the sign. Anyone remember the movie Fried Green Tomatoes? I figured it was the café from the movie but I had just eaten and already passed it so I didn’t stop but thought that the timing was a bummer.Ĭut to 3 hours later.

So, I’m writing down these deep thoughts while driving down the back roads of Georgia (don’t try that at home) when I pass a tiny diner called the Whistle Stop Café. I want to travel and see the world from my perspective and on my own schedule. More than anything, this is why I’m taking a break from touring. My last touring city, Toronto, evaded me on every level and I had a rough 5 weeks where I was unwilling to bend and Toronto was unable to accommodate me. I ceased to adapt to a new city and instead tried to make every city adapt to me, my preferences and my schedule. I can’t speak for everyone who tours, but in the past year I noticed that tour became one long blur of cities, each resembling the next. We know more about what’s going on in the lives of the people we work with than we do in the world around us. Touring companies create a bubble of their own reality. I think it’s an easy trap to fall into when you travel for a living. I’ve used traveling as a way to escape reality.

I’m seeking to connect rather than to escape. Today I wrote down “good travelers aren’t hiding in travel, they’re seeking.” For me now, that’s true. He has a lot thought provoking things to say about being a traveler and a writer. I’m listening to Fresh Air Fiend by Paul Theroux while I’m driving and I like it. I had no plans today except to end up in Atlanta but, as I’ve noted before, point A to point B driving is boring so I took back roads to see if I’d find anything interesting. One guy on eggs, one guy on grits and hashbrowns and one on pancakes and toast, all of them filling in for each other if necessary, sliding the plates down the counter slapping one thing on after another and then “Order up!” the waitress grabs it and goes. You want a meal and a show? Watch short order cooks pound out a breakfast every 30 seconds while you eat your $5 worth of eggs, bacon and grits. I love sitting at the bar watching an open kitchen during the breakfast rush. I started late this morning with breakfast at a local dive diner in Savannah called Sunnyside Up.

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