I am a fifth generation Savannahian whose family has lived here since the 1840's. I have not always lived in Savannah, but missed it every minute that I was gone. Johnny Harris was the first restaurant my parents took me to when I was a child, and the main dining room with the evening sky for a ceiling held all the wonder of the Sistine Chapel for a 4-year-old that had never been outside the city limits. There was a time when the booths circumventing the main dining room had curtains for privacy and a signal light for service. Young couples could draw the curtains and kiss between courses. I like to tell visitors that I was conceived in booth #3, was born in booth #8, and will have my last meal in #9...but not too soon, I hope. While there may be finer dining experiences to be had at Elizabeth, and a more famous one to be had at Paula's, for me, Johnny Harris has always been the Taste of Savannah, its singular sauce replaced ketchup in my house a long time ago. I think of Johnny Harris as my kitchen, and not a week goes by that I don't drop in--even if I'm not up for it particularly; I think of it like a home away from home. This is where I take my guests from out of town. This is my favorite restaurant in the world.
Rating:  [4 of 5 Stars!] |
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