Bobby Flowers

On any given night in Savannah, tourists line the cobblestone streets, plastic cups in hand. The city humming with indulgence and spectacle. But behind one bar in the Hostess City stands something rarer than a craft cocktail — a Black bartender rewriting the script.

Savannah wears its history proudly — in its beloved squares, and monuments. Yet in the bars where the city unwinds, Black faces remain few. In a place where African American history lives in inch, seeing a Black man behind the bar feels like a quiet continuation of that legacy — this time with visibility, funk, and craft at the forefront.

Watching Bobby work feels like witnessing something quietly revolutionary. Charisma flowing as freely as the cocktails. Flair without apology. Humor that pulls strangers closer. Hospitality that feels like an inheritance — refined, elevated, and undeniable.

May Bobby’s presence — his skill, his style, his unmistakable energy — continue inspiring locals and visitors for years to come.

Because sometimes revolution doesn’t arrive with a march.

Sometimes it stands behind the bar and gets to work.