We've stopped at Lacy's in Moniac, Georgia, three times in the last week: on our way to Amelia last Saturday, on our way home Monday, and again this afternoon as we headed back to the beach. (We figure we can enjoy a rainy weekend over here just as well as we can at home.)
It's in the middle of nowhere and you pass it if you blink, but there's usually a fleet of old pickup trucks out front, which bodes well.
The pretty little clerk greets everyone who walks in with a cheerful, "He-ey!" and leaves her post at the cash register to go to the back of the store to make your order. We always get the same thing: turkey sandwiches made with white bread so fresh it sticks to the roof of your mouth, and sour cream potato chips, and we split a Turtle chocolate-pecan bar. Heavenly.
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