Making your way in the world today sure can take a lot. Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.
Wouldn’t you like to get away . . .
Sometimes you want to go where everybody knows your name, and they’re always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see our troubles are all the same. You wanna be where everyone knows your name.
When I began writing Bree’s Lake Blackshear Blog last winter, all our friends here at the lake wanted to know when I was going to talk about Booger Bottom. It’s taken me two years to work up to doing that, but since our lives on the ri’vah (well, at least Ted’s life on the ri’vah) revolves around this famous little watering hole, I felt I had put it off long enough.
First, the name . . . . Booger Bottom. I have no idea at all where the name came from, but I’d heard it mentioned a long time before we moved to the ri’vah 16 years ago. In fact, if you live anywhere within a 100-mile radius of Lake Blackshear and come to the lake even once during the summer, you’ve heard of this little bar & grill. The ladies on the ri’vah usually refer to it as “the Bottom”, but it’s also called Spring Creek Marina, the Booger Bottom Yacht Club, or even “the Booger”.
If you live at the lake and don’t drop in at the Bottom at least one night a week, you’re just not part of the “local” lake community. Now I’m not saying that the Cypress Grill and 88’s (both at the Lake Blackshear Resort & Golf Club) aren’t happening places, but frequent visitors to those two spots are “river” folks. When you visit the Bottom, you become a “ri’vah” person.
If you watched the sitcom “Cheers” that was on so long it was practically a national institution, you are familiar with the premise of the neighborhood bar where the locals drop in on a regular basis for a cold one (or two) and hang out to hear the latest gossip for the day. Now I know that the ri’vah guys who read this will never own up to gossip, but I’m sorry – you guys gossip every bit as much as we females do. You just don’t do it in front of us. Ted drops in at the Bottom at least twice a week – more during football season. There’s just something about a bunch of guys getting together and watching football together at their favorite hangout. It’s all part of that male bonding thing.
Booger Bottom has seen owners come and go over the years, and the present owners are Mr. Charlie and Sue Barnes – two of the sweetest people you will ever meet – and great friends. Charlie used to played football for the University of Georgia back in the day – which makes him a local hero. When it’s football season, and the Georgia Dawgs are playing, there’s no better place to be than at the Bottom for the game. We get real serious about our football down here, and nowhere is it taken more seriously than inside that little wooden building sitting on the banks of Spring Creek.
These days Charlie and Sue’s son Rick, and daughter and son-in-law Renae and Joe, are taking a more active part in the daily operation of the Bottom, and it even has it’s own Facebook Page now. I love the description they’ve written there: ” Need some rivah’ therapy?! We’ve got the remedy. Close your eyes and hear the tab pop on that first cold beer you’ve just ordered. Now, smell those onions cooking up to perfection to top the best burger you’ve ever put in your mouth. Hear that barstool squeak under you? If it could only talk. Combine all these senses together along with some of the most down to Earth people you will ever meet. This is Booger Bottom!”
Renae is the reason I’m finally writing about the Bottom. I’ll come back later with another story for the guys, but this week Renae decided to host a wine & cheese tasting at the Bottom – for girls only! Well actually, Renae couldn’t officially close the Bottom to men, and a few did show up. They were ignored by everyone except Mr. Charlie, who was the official “men’s” bartender for the evening. And, this gives me a good place to post photos of all the girlfriends whose names you’ve heard me mention for two years during the winter!
If you’re in the neighborhood – winter or summer – stop by the Bottom and order up one of those juicy hamburgers (seriously, the best I’ve ever eaten) and a cold one from the cooler. In the summer, you’ll find more boats parked outside than cars . . . but that’s another story.
We’re off to Atlanta to spend some time with Blake before he makes the big move to Colorado next week. We’ll be coming in on Sunday just in time to head to the Bottom for a gigantic Super Bowl party, so I’m going to just go ahead and say there won’t be a blog on Monday – I’ll post Tuesday instead. Have a great weekend, and God bless.