Sunday, October 14, 2012

Charleston, Je T'aime

For some reason women of all ages in the South are rocking the high waisted shorts look. I do not understand this. Do they not have a snarky friend to look at them before they walk out the door and say something like "when did you decide to accentuate your tummy?". I will not be jumping on this band wagon, no matter how much fun I'm having in Charleston. I am practicing my Southern accent (which Matt finds entertaining) but I will NEVER sport high waisted short shorts. 

Now that I've ranted, I want to tell you about our Friday. It was dreamy - as in I felt like I was walking around in a dream for most of it because I didn't think anyplace really looked like that. I can see why Matt wanted to show it to me. We woke up early to try and fit in as much as possible. Starting from our little temporary home we walked through the old part of town and along the battery to see the beautiful homes there.






One lovely thing we noticed all over town were butterflies. They were on flowers in yards and parks everywhere we walked. I've never seen so many in one day!


We walked for a couple hours and stopped for lunch at a restaurant called Blossom. They have a little outside garden where we sat and had a bit of a nosh to refuel for more meandering. Matt got a grilled chicken sandwich (surprise, surprise. I've never known anybody who loves chicken as much as he does). I got an heirloom tomato salad; tomatoes are one of this world's most perfect foods.


I'm not sure when exactly it started but Matt has been checking the silverware everywhere we go to see what brand it is. He thinks Oneida is taking over the flatware market because (and I admit this is true) it is used at the majority of places we go, even people's homes. Perhaps we should buy stock... Blossom had Oneida, too. Can you say "conspiracy"?

After walking for about 5 hours - and doing a little shopping on King Street for things we didn't need really, but REALLY needed (according to me) we headed back home for a rest. The plan was to go out restaurant hopping again to try and fit in as much food as we could before leaving. Matt called a buddy of his from college to meet up with us and we thought, lets try Husk again because it is supposed to be good.

We met Harry (Matt's friend) and a lovely friend of his at Husk's bar and sadly the drinks were just as bizarrely flavorless. Mine was beet juice, horseradish, salt, pepper, and vodka. How was it without flavor??? I even asked for extra horseradish but to no avail. Yet everything was perfect because the company was so agreeable. We hung out for a while and then headed off for our respective dinners. First on our list was a place called O-Ku; I was in need of a sushi fix. This was where our food luck changed. It was Delicious!

Next was Fish - we wanted to sample their French/Asian dim sum menu. Matt fell in love with their mini duck confit steam buns and ordered seconds. He also liked their foie gras with duck and apple hash. So creative. 

And last but most certainly not least was Basil - a Thai eatery that Matt had been telling me about for weeks. I got their pad thai and yes, it was superb. I had leftovers which I ate for breakfast the next day and it was just as good heated up. Matt got spring rolls, chicken satay, and massaman curry. He had his curry the next morning, too and we were in Basil heaven together. 

By this time we were so tired. we walked enough to make our legs ache during the day, and bar/restaurant hopped all night, so we thought we would give ourselves a break and take  a pedicab home. We had a bunch to choose from so when we were walking over to a group of them Matt whispers to me "We're gonna take him, cuz he kinda looks like me". This is REALLY funny if you could see the guy. I wish I had a shot of the dude from the front, but I didn't want to be rude so I took a no-flash shot while we were riding. 


Gotta love the board shorts :)

And then it was off to bed for us both - we were doing a little more sightseeing and driving to Savannah the next day . . .

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