Sorry it took a while to post a recap of our Charleston weekend, but I've just now gotten around to sorting through the photos and pulling out a few of the culinary highlights.
Friday morning we headed straight to
Hominy Grill. The sun was shining and, despite a slight chill in the air, we sat on the patio and enjoyed a hearty southern breakfast:
I ordered French toast, served with a sauce of spiced apples. Tasty, but a little bland. The bacon was wonderful; crisp and smoky. I already had nabbed a slice before snapping the pic.
My wife loved her poached eggs over toasted cornbread with chunky tomato sauce and home fries:
Would it be wrong of me to profess my lust for her big, fluffy biscuit? Oh, and we bought a couple coffee mugs for souvenirs.
Friday night was the dining highlight of our trip. But more on that later.
Saturday night we reserved a table at
Anson's, near downtown. Here's a particularly nice app:
Seared scallops and creamy cheese grits over blackeyed peas. Clearly, we weren't in Chicago anymore.
I liked this entree a lot. too.
Roasted pork shank with mac n' cheese.
For a large place (two entire floors), the service was impressive. The wine list is fairly deep and intelligently priced. Overall, very enjoyable but the consensus was, we'd be inclined to try other places before returning.
Sunday, we headed downtown for lunch before our early evening flight home. When our hosts suggested
Sticky Fingers Ribhouse, I was skeptical. After all, how good could a touristy place with four locations really be?
Actually, damn good:
Here's the combo rib plate: Memphis dry, sweet, and hot. All three were terrific; smoky, chewy yet tender. No meat jello here. The dry ribs were the unanimous winner.
Ever the contrarian, I ordered the brisket sandwich, a new item on their menu:
Just the way I like it. The smoke in the brisket was subtler than the ribs, but definitely there. The sides-- beans and cole slaw, were better than expected.
Some months ago, Charleston favorite son Stephen Colbert held a charity auction on his show. The prize item was the famous portrait of himself standing in front of a portrait of himself. Sticky Fingers made the winning bid, and the "portrait" now proudly hangs in the restaurant.
Hey, who's that guy with Paul?
Now, about Friday night. First, I have to say that just about everything we ate, including an unphotographed lunch at
Jestine's, was very, very good in a Southern, calories-be-damned kind of way. But the real standout was a true dump of a place, aptly named
The Wreck. Actually its full name is
"The Wreck of the Richard & Charlene," in honor of a fishing trawler that was slammed into the dock by Hurricane Hugo at the exact spot where the restaurant now stands.
Now, I love fried shrimp, and have eaten them in hundreds of restaurants. But these were the best I can ever remember:
They lightly dust the shrimp in flour and pop them into the fryer. That it. OMG!. Good enough sides include dirty rice, hush puppy and some kind of other fried thingy. Happily, the local brew, Palmetto, is eminently quaffable. Notice also the side dish of boiled peanuts. Sort of like Redneck Edamame. Why do people eat those nasty things?
As it turns out, our friends may be taking up semi-permanent residence in Charleston. That's good news. We hope to make many more trips down there and report back on all the good things we find to eat.