I’ve been trying to figure out how I should approach the review of my recent trip to Myrtle Beach, SC. Paradoxically, I’ve never been at a loss for words when it came to describing my experience in a particular locale. However, I must say that this trip was fairly uninteresting. But rather than take a “if you can’t say anything good about something, don’t say anything at all” approach, I think it’s fair to share with you, dear reader, why I will not be coming back to visit.
Invariably, no one will like every place that they’ve been.
But, don’t get me wrong, Myrtle Beach isn’t some god-awful dump where you would gladly abandon your monster-in-law. However, I believe that sometimes, you must manage your expectations. I’d heard so many great things about the city; I decided to jump in with both feet to see what all the fuss was about. I have to say that the city is very much like the city I left behind (Atlanta) except it has a beach. Nevertheless, It was a wonderful getaway from the madness of real life.
However, if you are looking for genuine excitement, perhaps you should head to the beach. It was a nice, balmy day when we visited. The seagulls were flying overhead, people who had no business wearing what they were wearing were in full force. There were some things that surprised even me, a lifelong southern girl…… a restaurant called Mammy’s Kitchen. Hey, Mammy! The 19th century called and they want their sign back! ‘Nuff said.