by Super Admin
on Monday, December 14th, 2020 at 10:31am.
It’s a scenic drive down County Road 3, past the bustle of downtown Fairhope and into the south end of town where the land, dappled with pines, pecans and oaks, rolls gently. The afternoon sun spills across the path to the Berglins’ dark green cottage, and the breeze carries with it crows from a distant rooster and wafts of smoldering charcoal. Rob is at it again, grilling enough chicken to feed an army. He’s like his mom, Brady says of her husband’s gift of cooking. But that’s not all he got from her.
“She had great taste and great design ideas,” Brady adds of her late mother-in-law. “Rob’s got an eye. We can be driving, and he will see something on the side of the road. He will slam on brakes to go look at it.” The dietician-by-trade says that the grill responsible for the deliciously smoky aroma came from a roadside sale in Chiefland, Florida. “He just had to have it. Come on inside,” she continues, “and I’ll give you a little history of the place.”