I’m in serious pain, and don’t think I can ever eat again, but I just thought I’d say that this is one of the most amazing things I’ve ever put in my mouth–and you can order them online.
Archive for June 9th, 2007
And this is the draw, though the whole menu sounds great (note the line: Coconut lovers beware as it is truly addicting.)
Sweet tea. I want sweet tea. On our way out, we’ll ask at the front desk.
Pile on the clothes and sweat. Gluck in 45 minutes.
Can’t I go to the opera in a T-shirt?
Read the following epitaph, and see if you can spot what would have the PC crowd screaming (you may have to click on the pic for the full size to read it). It’s hard to imagine the nuts in Philly allowing this to exist:
I’m not sure why, but today, I saw a lot of Steelers logos on the streets. Did our trip coincide with some other trip of Pennsylvanians down here, or are these just non-local fans?
A couple of blocks from here is Meeting Street–called Meeting Street because Puritans built a meeting house on the street in 1681. Puritans in South Carolina? Who knew? Romanesque architecture, unusual to say the least for Puritans (though the church burned in the 1890s and was rebuilt)–and you don’t think of Puritans, magnolias, and palms at the same time, either. But here, they all coexist, along with the oldest graveyard in Charleston, with graves dating back to 1690–and this, folks, is what is known as history (click on the picture to see the larger version). Note all the crypts. We’re in the lowlands here, right on the coast, not unlike New Orleans. Burying bodies isn’t a real good idea here (unless you want to see them floating around):
Italian ice, my ass!
That’s more like it!
Myrtle Hocklemeier says in a comment:
She wasn’t convicted of DUI, she was convicted for wreckless driving.
She’s technically correct–but mostly incorrect. To quote the Captain:
Pardon me for injecting a little conservative thought into all of this, but I have very little sympathy for Ms. Hilton. She has had all of the advantages possible in society, and has shown herself contemptuous to any sense of responsibility. The screaming and crying jag in court only came after she had thrown away her chances to get lenient treatment by lying and evading responsibility for her actions.
Let’s not forget why Paris Hilton went to jail. Last January, Hilton got convicted of driving drunk. That killed 18,000 people last year; it’s no joke. Hilton didn’t have to serve a day in jail for it, either. She got 36 months probation and had her license suspended (in November 2006). She was also ordered into an alcohol education program.
Within a month, she had been arrested twice for driving without a license, and still had not entered the program as ordered. The city prosecuted her for violating her probation and the court order, and convicted her last month. Her defense? She blamed everyone but herself, and even at this last court proceeding, wanted to appear only by telephone. The judge had to order her brought to court.
Recall, also, that she showed nothing but contempt for the judge and the courtroom, even daring to show up twenty minutes late for her court appearance. So yes, while it is true that this sentence was for violating her parole, she was on parole because she was convicted of DUI, and didn’t serve one hour for it. And now she’s weeping because she has to spend 23 days in a nice, Hollywood jail cell.
Cry me a river.
Grits, biscuits and gravy, sausage (great sausages), bacon, fried potatoes (”restaurant” fried potatoes, of course, evenly brown and crunchy on all sides with no hint of grease, but they were very good for the genre). Two plates. At this rate, I’ll gain back the 35 pounds I lost over last year before we get back Monday.
They had that “continental” nonsense too, but why would you eat a silly little turnover when you can eat real food?
Back home, it’s currently 57. Here, it’s 77.
At 6:40 AM.
The room wasn’t ready when we got here, so we headed out of the hotel. Right across the street was this:
It looks like a place where you find out where to go, right? So we went inside. There was a woman working inside–Marie–with a thick Brooklyn accent (pretty out of place here, to say the least). She was very nice and helpful, gave us maps and coupons, then told us to take a tour and sent us down the street.
So far, everything seemed fine. We were herded into another building, and after we showed credit cards, were asked to fill out a form with lots of suspicious questions, like income, etc. We were then herded upstairs to watch a presentation.
They were trying to sell us the vacation package equivalent of time shares.
That’s how we spent the first two hours here. Sitting through a “why you’ll save all this money if you spend 7K here today” presentation. We eventually escaped, settled into the room, then headed out to find something to eat.
Food in the historic district is easily found in the Old Market area, so that’s where we headed. There were a number of promising choices, but we settled on the Noisy Oyster (we had considered Hyman’s, but there were way too many people waiting to get in).
There were two things on the menu that pulled it into the Noisy Oyster. Fried green tomatoes on cheese grits with a pepper-corn relish (and God, that was good), and a coconut custard cake. I got the green tomatoes (obviously), scallops (broiled) with Carolina red rice, and the coconut cake.
The scallops were incredibly good–just done, and no more–the rice was great (the tasso ham was the star there), the fried green tomatoes and grits, well, that’s one of the two things I’d go back for. The other was that cake.
Yeah okay, so I got the idea of taking a picture after I’d taken a bite out of it. Rich coconut custard in between the layers, a meringue icing outside, and coconut everywhere. Remarkable. Actually, they seem to do lots of remarkable cakes in the Old Market area. We passed a bakery that had a cake in the window that must have been ten inches high. If there hadn’t been so many people there, I would have begged to take a picture of it. And there’s another place with a five-layer coconut cake.
You knew coconut was my favorite thing in the world, right?
The news said it was getting up to 95 today. Wonderful.
