Mr. H says, "We're taking a day trip anywhere you want to go."
I chose Juliette, GA,
a tiny little railroad town,
home of the Whistle Stop Cafe
in the movie, Fried Green Tomatoes.
Honestly, a mere stop in the road,
this is what we first saw when we first turned the corner.
Please don't tell anyone you saw this in GA.
Not everyone is "White Trash," as portrayed on
The Jerry Springer Show.
There was not a parking spot to be found on the pig-path road
leading to the Whistle Stop.
I snapped this picture as we crossed over the small bridge.
I have to say, a railroad town is close to my heart.
Scouting for a location, Barbara Ling, production designer found Juliette in Monroe County, Georgia, a town that was nearly deserted. The building chosen to be the Whistle Stop Café was formerly an antiques and hardware store. It was redesigned as a cafe, with a horse-shoe shaped counter to allow for optimal camera angles.
Expecting a long wait, Mr. H. takes a seat on the bench in front of The Whistle Stop.
The food was down-home country cooking.
The tea was sweet,
and the fried green tomatoes were the best I have ever put in my mouth.
I had country fried steak, collard greens with pepper vinegar, and garlic mashed potatoes.
Mr. H had a hamburger. The best he said he had ever put in his mouth.
After the release of the film, Juliette saw an influx of tourists and, with John Avnet's encouragement, locals opened The Whistle Stop Café, recreated to mirror the film set. "Whistle Stop Café" is now a registered trademark.
Gift and Antique Shops line the street.
As my mama would say, the town is only a "stone's throw,"
from one end to the other.
There is certainly no need for a traffic light.
Juliette was a bustling railroad community during the early 1900s. Over time, the railroad industry declined, and Juliette was nearly forgotten until 1991 when movie producers for the film "Fried Green Tomatoes" discovered Juliette and reconstructed the existing buildings into the fictional community of Whistle Stop.
The out-house or privy stands right smack in the middle of town.
My granddaddy's was a two-seater,
but not nearly as pretty.
A little old man, sat in front of the Opera House
and played some bluegrass music.
The door is what I was most attracted to.
There was lots of rusty, crusty,
and chippy, shabby.
I half-way expected to see a rooster cross the road.
I took pictures of all the building structures,
some probably originals and some not.
The antique shops were typical
shabby chic, a little old and new,
and some new made from old.
The Whistle Stop Cafe is
one of the most well-kept secrets
in Central Georgia
and just a hop, skip and a jump
And I didn't have to rob the bank to get there.
A road trip with Mr. H
However, there was a bank robbery
this morning before we left town,
only a block away from our house.