Saturday kicked off with the classic hotel continental breakfast — but with a twist I fully approve of: a pancake machine. Yes, a pancake conveyor belt. It was glorious. I’m now convinced every home should come with one by default.

We sat downstairs for a bit, sipping coffee, people-watching, and catching up. At some point, I introduced my mom to Doc Martens (because obviously, she needs a pair), and that somehow snowballed into a mission for all three of us to buy birthday boots. Priorities.

After heading upstairs to get ready, our first stop was Globe Shoe Company on Broughton Street — a family-owned shop that’s been around since 1892. It’s currently run by a sister and brother duo, and they were both so welcoming and helpful. While my mom and B tried on half the store, I slipped on the very first pair I saw… and didn’t take them off. Instant connection.

Once we were all happily booted, we had time to wander through more shops along Broughton Street. It’s such a cute (but dangerous for wallets) street — filled with small boutiques, restaurants, and temptations.

We found some fun new outfits, though trying on clothes while wearing 3–4 layers of winter gear was a struggle. Savannah stayed chilly, but luckily the rain that had been in the forecast never turned into more than a sprinkle.

We lost track of time shopping (as one does), so it was a bit of a mad dash to our 2pm lunch reservation at The Olde Pink House — but thankfully, it was only a five-minute power walk away. This place is a must-do for me and Jordan whenever we’re in town.

Built in 1771 for the elite Habersham family, it’s lived many lives: private home, bank, tearoom, and now a beloved Savannah restaurant. It even survived the massive fire of 1796 that destroyed over 200 buildings. And no, it wasn’t meant to be pink — that’s from the red bricks bleeding through the white plaster over time. The Habershams hated the look and constantly repainted it!

We sat down in one of the cozy, historic dining rooms and ordered: a filet mignon for me (are we surprised?), crab cakes for B, and the signature flounder dish for my mom — complete with the head and tail still attached (she said it was delicious though). I finished off the meal with a complimentary raspberry sorbet. 10/10 birthday lunch.

After lunch, we made one last trip to Broughton Street to pick up our new boots, then popped into a gorgeous Parisian boutique just to browse — the items were beautiful, but half the fun was gawking at the price tags.

By then, we were worn out from shopping, walking, and eating way too well, so we headed back to the hotel for a lazy evening. We opened my birthday gift (a travel makeup mirror — thanks, Mommy!) and flipped through a sweet memory box my mom and B brought from home, then settled in to watch Squid Games season 1. Later, hunger struck again, so B and I picked up Indian food from a nearby spot. It didn’t last long enough for a photo but trust me — it was worth the late-night food coma.

Up next: our final day in Savannah — and yes, we squeezed in even more food.