It’s the first time we’ve had the opportunity to get out of town for a weekend for a long time, and as we were looking forward to meeting up with our friends again anyway, it was good to get away.
Well it’s not really a drive, it’s across the field. It was dark so I was very careful in case there where any landmines. Not real landmines but enormous great holes to bottom out on. There weren’t though.
We got there in pretty good time, after stopping for some food and drink on the way.
I almost always forget something, and this time was no exception. I got out the camera, and I’d forgotten to put the SD card in the darn thing. (when I got back home, I found I’d left it on the living room table). So all the photos that I took, were with my Blackberry, which is ok in good light – for a cellphone at least.
It was quite dark, so we just enjoyed a snack, and a few beers, and turned in for the night.
The next day we took a short walk down to the Pee Dee River, which is about a mile away. It was a most pleasant afternoon, and it was good to be able to walk around in the countryside. Much as I enjoy living in Charleston, I always prefer the country to the city.
We got back home, and grilled out in the evening. Pork chops and a hearty salad went down a real treat after that walk.
Sunday, we went into Pamplico for brunch, and had some excellent ham and friend chicken, accompanied by cabbage, and beans. It was an ‘eat all you can’ buffet, so I did.
Slight panic on the way home. We were low on gas, and we seemed to drive for miles and miles before we found a gas station that was open, and in the process we took a wrong turning, but it didn’t really take us too far out of our way. Only downside was that it made us too late to get to the Amazon Grill in Goose Creek for the Lowcountry Bloggers meetup, before everyone else went home!
All in all, it was, of course, good to spend time with good friends, and it was good to take some real chill out time and relax. I actually didn’t sit at a computer all day on Saturday, which is a first for me for a long time!
We left my wife’s office on Church Street around 6.30pm. Headed up Meeting Street, and made a left on Calhoun. The traffic was very slow, and as we got along towards the hospital area the reason became obvious. The torrential rain had, as is often the case in drainage-neglected downtown Charleston, caused flooding.
We edged our way along towards Lockwood Drive. I am always mindful of keeping a slow steady pace through any flooded water, so took it easy, even though, with an SUV the height means one is going to be able to keep going through deeper water than the average car.
“What possessed you to want to go there on a night like this?” I said to myself. “I should have headed straight to I-26 and home to North Charleston”.
The heavy rain, reflection of the standing water on much of the road, and the patchy lighting along parts of Savannah Highway, made it difficult to find the place. I knew it was near Doschers Supermarket, and I knew exactly where that was. Thing is, my GPS took me into Doscher’s Parking lot too, and then drove me nuts, telling me that my destination was to my left, right, and center (well ok not quite, but you get the picture), as I circled around the parking lot in front of the store.
We went back out onto Savannah Highway, and found The Glass Onion a little further along, just past Doschers, if you’re coming from a downtown direction.
Now, I’d gotten the idea to go here from a fellow local blogger and twitterer, who had tweeted about the excellent fried chicken he’d had the night before. As I’d never been there before, I was expecting an establishment selling better than average chicken, home fries, and perhaps burgers etc.
Firstly, It’s quite pleasant inside, certainly clean and bright, but it’s not any kind of fast food establishment with stainless steel everywhere. Nope. Wooden tables and chairs laid out, with paper table clothes, and crayons for the kids (yes, I can be a kid sometimes too).
You order at the counter as you come in. The pleasant young lady gave us a small basket with some silverware and napkins in, and a 6×4 photo in a small spring stand of Jackie 0. (No, I don’t know why either!)
There is a varied menu, and the accent is on a lot of home produce too. As someone who is big on fresh food, and anti TV dinner, processed packet junk, this looks good to me from the get-go before I’ve even tasted anything.
Kathy and I went for two of the most expensive entrees on the menu. I plumped for the Crispy Pork Belly, with grits and collards ($12); Kathy went for the pork chop, with salad romoulade with radish and sweet mashed potatoes ($15). I also ordered a Rogue Half-E-Weizen (MoM Hefeweizen) brewed by Rogue Ales who are based in Newport, OR. An excellent choice, that was both refreshing, with hints of coriander and ginger, but was not too overpowering or heavy for me to enjoy my food.
We found a table, and sat down. We didn’t wait long for the food to arrive, and boy oh boy, was it delicious! I think the word ‘awesome’ is way overused, but this food truly was just that – awesome.
Now, anyone that knows me knows that I don’t have a sweet tooth, and rarely eat dessert. Many chains trot out the same tired old stuff – some version of cheesecake, apple pie and ice cream, Mississippi mud pie, or Key Lime Pie. As the entree was so very good, I had to ask about dessert though. The bread pudding with whiskey sauce ($5) sounded wonderful, and it was.
Actually, we ordered one between us; got about halfway through it, and decided that we needed to have one each, so we ordered another one, and shared that too. Kathy threatened to lick the bowl out in the middle of the restaurant!
To summarize, the place was clean and tidy; the service was good, but not too obtrusive; the food was wonderful; the beer was good too. We’ll certainly be back again, particularly, as their menu reflects locally grown seasonal produce.
The cost? Our bill came to $61, plus tip.
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