One of the many, many things I adore about Savannah is Tybee Island. It's the laid back, throw-back kinda beach that I grew up on and I just feel absolutely at home when I've got my toes in that murky water and derriere in the shell laden sand. With the PCP at camp, Daddy-O took charge of Cookie while Mother and I sipped on ice cold Cokes and gabbed about decor, fashion and the oodles of colorful characters spotted in various states of (sometimes inappropriate) undress on the beach. I can't recall the last time I actually sat in a lounge chair under an umbrella at the beach, but I felt like I owned cotton in Augusta for a while there.
Tybee Island Social Club - for their divine fish tacos and buy-one-get-one margarita specials. (Now, I know I've already bent yall's ear about Social so I won't rattle on about it again. Look here for more and make a note that BOTH fish tacos and 'gitas are half off at Monday lunch.)
Governor's Mansion Peach Tea.