What is the truth of the south? Is it in a peach pit, the sticky air of a July night, century old sand or a still standing lighthouse? Does it lie in hospitality, manners and grace, tradition and reputation? It's right here at St. Simons, in an old dance club and fresh resort, in a spoon of brightness to your tastebuds, in the salt of the earth that beckons us. It’s the lighthouse calling and the ocean crashing.