My first bar experience in Charleston and I was already being introduced to cultural norms and local lingo. While I’m all up for a crash course, I couldn’t seem to wrap my mind around the name “The Belmont”. For some reason I wanted to call it Belford and a bunch of other Bel-things. It’s a great name, but my mind wouldn’t accept the fact that it was the same name as the horse track in New York. I saw the Belmont stakes once…It was all downhill once a horse fell injured and the big white screen rolled out. Thankfully no gunshots were heard and the poor lil bugger was pulled away on a flat bed for mending. PeanutPimpMama was all tears…
I saw a complete transformation on King st. from Thursday night to Saturday night. I really liked the calmness of when I first arrived compared to the weekend buzz of the younger folk. (That’s how PeanutPimpMama knows she’s getting old.) The Belmont has a really cool art deco-ey entrance which makes the dimly lit interior look pretty intriguing through the geometric cut glass. It’s like walking into a 1920’s inspired kaleidoscope world of cocktails.
Their menu offers an extensive cocktail list of enticing mixology using various spirits to accompany impressive charcuterie you can order in sets of two, four or six servings. Had we not eaten dinner I would have loved to take advantage of their offerings. Even the homemade pop-tart sounded tempting! Now that’s a comfort food that hasn’t been revisited yet. I do believe a pop-tart would bring me right back to the fifth grade. Mmm I can still taste the blueberry one with a nice tall glass of cold milk while watching an afterschool episode of “Bobby’s World” (Babby’s World).
My cocktail (a spicy one of course) arrived accompanied by a pickled green bean. I knew I was in the south because I hadn’t seen the likes of that kinda green bean since N’awlins in 2011. I was tempted to keep ordering but I had to save some moneys and room for the coming days.
Then it happened… We ordered a shot of Fernet, “one shot two ways.” I was so confused and quickly needed my friend to translate. She explained that you can share shots in South Carolina and it’s socially acceptable. No no really the bartender doesn’t hate you for it! The local fascination with Fernet seems to be somewhat of a phenomenon to me. As it turns out San Franciscans are also in love with this beefy lil liqueur that was even featured on Thrillist.com (a PeanutPimpMama Fave.) After sipping it (a first for PeanutPimpMama) I understood why this one shot might be had “two ways,” although really just one way, split in two. It has quite the earthy taste to it, with a minty herbal finish that leaves your nose in a bit of a twist. It’s an acquired taste (at best) and so rich that you only need a couple of sips for the rest of your life as this digestif is heart, mind, body, and soul-warming. You’ll never need to turn on your heat again… I promise.
PeanutPimpMama Sips and Sips and Sips…
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