First thing to know – just because the name is Speed’s, don’t get any crazy ideas.

Located in three (or four) trailers, down a dirt road, you pretty much have to know where you’re going to get there. When I arrived (around 6:15), I was a little early for dinner, as everyone else started to arrive around 6:45.  And by everyone, I mean the locals and weekenders (apparently, there are lot of folks with places there from Savannah). Parties of two to nine, with their beverages in hand, some in bottles, some in cans and others in red Solo cups (seems to be BYOB), came waltzing in, moved fans (in some cases) and seated themselves.

I was there for one specific thing – the oyster stew I had read about in Garden & Gun, several years ago.

Here it is.  Well, now that THAT is out of the way…. it was briny and the oysters were fairly chewy.  I’m not the biggest oyster fan and this didn’t really change my opinion.

I asked the server what was popular, and I was guided toward, among other things, the stuffed flounder.  That worked for me and, as I ordered, the waitress said “it takes a little bit”.  “A little bit” stretched into 50 minutes (while I watched at least one family come in, order, eat, pay and leave).  While I was waiting, and others were eating, one of the men at the next table, reached into his pocket and offered me a beer.  This is when I really understood their BYOB policy.  Shortly thereafter, I asked about my meal.  Miraculously, they were “just plating it”.

The fries were generic, but the hushpuppies were good.

On to the main.  I good sized flounder filet, stuffed with deviled crab and <virtually> floating in butter.  How could it be bad?  It definitely was not.  Steaming hot and absolutely delicious, and I don’t really like crab…  As I was eating, a woman from the other table came over and asked me (as I waited and waited) why I was taking pictures of my food.  I told her about the blog, and went to grab a card out of the truck as I left.  I went back in to hand it to her and they asked me if I had the fried shrimp.  When I said no, she handed me one, by the tail.  I sat with them for a few minutes, getting some ideas for Savannah food (they were from that area) and telling them about my finds there.  Excellent fish, really awesome fellow diners.  A nice start to a Labor Day weekend.