My first run in with the South was a privileged one, no doubt. In town for a quintessentially Southern wedding, we stayed at The Lodge at Sea Island (actually on St. Simons Island) and stepped into a new world entirely.
The entryway is reminiscent of scenes from Forrest Gump, trees lining the pathway that leads to The Lodge. Inside, a butler awaits to show you to your room on one of the two floors. The inside is a golf club times a thousand -- dark wood, an old library, leather seats, men dressed in khaki pants and navy blazers sipping gin and tonics. If ever there was a time to bust out your pearls and sip a gimlet, this is it.