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Edmund’s Oast – Charleston, SC


I attended a lecture at The New School University called “The History and Ritual of Brunch” by the sociology professor Farha Ternikar. She informed us that brunch is one of the many things we can thank our forefathers for as it derived from the U.K. and was formerly known as a “Hunt Breakfast”, a tradition on the weekend for men (that hunt). As the Bloody Mary and Mimosa were developed during prohibition, brunch was a way for women to sneak in naughty-bevvies that were otherwise discouraged. These days it’s a meal that signifies status, class identity, and an aspirational experience for the bougie-wannabes. It’s also a fantastic cure for “the hang”.

The Experience:


Edmund Egan was an English-born brewer who came to Charleston in the 1760s and donated large amounts of money to the American Revolution. Oast is an old European term for a kiln used in the drying of hops. With a lot of tough competition out there, Edmund + Oast certainly gives any N.Y.C. brunches a run for the money with some fine Southern-Inspired fare! When you enter E-O you can’t help but look up. The restaurant is located in what seems to be a space where “Barn-house meets Industrial” -if that were a thing. They have made an interesting use of the space with a massive bar which accommodates the vast selection of beers offered on tap.


The tables and chairs all seem to be on stilts which suits the space. In spite of the height, no complaints on comfort here! Nothing worse than an uncomfortable adult high-chair.


Amazingly enough my friend was able to call ahead and requested seating at the chef’s table. Here you can sit and sip on your cocktail while you watch the kitchen work their magic. I have a lot of respect for restaurants with open kitchens as you really need to run a tight ship. Everything on the line was spotless.


Before I could even begin to think about a cocktail, I decided to start off with some freshly squeezed grapefruit juice. It was divine as most freshly squeezed juices are, truly a glass of pure health.


After gawking at the menu I decided that the cocktails were worth a gander. I went with a Bloody Mary because sometimes you have to judge a place by its classics. The Report: It was classic…


First Out: We ordered a slice of the corn bread. What a fine specimen to take that hunger-edge off. Just reminiscing over this photo…I can still taste the sweet and salty collision of the honey and salted butter spread on top of the freshly baked and hot-out-the-oven pillowy cooorn breeeaad.


I highly recommend the heavenly “Pickled Shrimp” dish served on EVO rye bread with aioli (pictured above). Seriously it’s the best $14.00 you will ever spend in your life. It was savory, it was vinegary, it was creamy and the vegetables and herbs were super fresh and fragrant. I could eat this all day long.


There was no way we could leave without trying the biscuits and gravy. PeanutPimpMama loves nothing more than a nice fluffy buttermilk biscuit bathing in a pool of creamy gravy. This one in particular had two neighboring perky lil’ sunny-side-up huevos. Basically if I lived in Charleston and had biscuits of this caliber at my fingertips, I would be the size of a house. There would be no coming back. The worst part? That was not the last biscuit I had that day.


Pictured Above: Edmund’s Oast gives credit to all of their foodie-sources. They are another example of a fine establishment locally sourcing and supporting other foodie businesses in the Charleston community. You have to love the spirit in this city.


For a super decadent brunch and a mighty fine view at the chef’s table, make this happen! Next time I’m hitting up that bar for some beers. Cheers to Edmund and his Oast!


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B-Sides in Charleston with PeanutPimpMama!

Let’s face it, therephoto is nothing like a good bar-hop to get to know a city. I usually like to include one bar hopping experience per trip. It helps me cover ground and grasp the local cocktail scene and the appreciation for micro brews indigenous to the area. I like remembering what beers I’ve had in what cities. They are like liquid souvenirs you can experience over and over again no matter where you are. You can just pop open a bottle and you’re instantly back in time. I also like expanding my skills in “beer snobbery” while schmoozing with like-minded folks. Perhaps this appreciation comes from my days working at one of Manhattan’s finest beer-bars (and Greenwich Village institutions)Peculier Pub.

521We had decided to set out for a night on the town (Charleston-style) with a horse and buggy tour by Red Barn Carriage Tours. Before we departed, we were able to check out all of the adorable animals inhabiting the Big Red Barn. They had lots of horses (of course) and many other barn-related creatures for our enjoyment.


 Our tour guide was quite the animated type.


He showed us all of the historical sights including The Old Exchange Building. Here many slaves were sold next to the exact balcony the Declaration of Independence was read from. #irony


He drove us by the creepy haberdashery guy which might have been scarier than all of the ghost stories combined. There are six hats that make up this little man. Can you see them in my bleery-pic?


After our history lesson it was time to explore Charleston by new heights. PeanutPimpMama is a big fan of rooftop bars since they can give you a whole new perspective on cities. An oasis in the middle of skyscrapers can be oddly magical…You feel on top of the world.

580While The Vendue might not need to be as high as most (since most of Charleston is minus giant skyscrapers) I loved it all the same. You can see all of the pretty the bridges and church steeples of “The Holy City“. The drinks are pretty tasty too! 572

Sadly it began to drizzle and we had to take our party inside where we were entertained by the GIANT Pinvendue. Why didn’t we hashtag this again?


Our second stop earned a PeanutPimpMama Notable Mention: The Griffon -One, because it reminds me of Griffon doggies (We know I have a soft spot for those). Two, because PeanutPimpMama also has a soft spot for dive-bars with a great beer selection. I felt like I was at home in this delightful grit. The bar staff was super friendly and gave honest advice when my beer choice was offered in both draft and can. You can visit their website below and check out their sturdy pub-grub and 360 degree virtual tour! #DOLLAHS! Seriously how many are taped up on those walls? #CRAY

imageThe inevitable happened and we were hungry. We decided to head over to Closed for Business for a late-night nosh. I tried to take pictures of the interior (which words cannot describe) but the cosmic red lighting did both my camera and my phone no favors.


I decided to have their “Jimmy Serrano” veggie burger which I was able to customize. What I ended up with: Veggie patty of butter beans, red bell peppers, onions, jalapenos, carrots, toasted almonds, Serrano pepper sauce along with lettuce, tomato, pickles and onion on a perky little sesame seed bun… This was topped with farm egg, mushroom and pimento cheese of course! If they offered it, I added it. Then I asked for blue cheese dressing for dunking purposes. I’m always keeping things light.


Closed for Business also had an incredible beer list, but I was really in it for the eggnog served in a moose head.

imagePeanutPimpMama had her heart broken when she wanted to purchase the glass as a souvenir to find out they were not on sale.


I was talking about this moose before I even got on the plane to Charleston. So much for honesty.


We had our final nightcap at The Cocktail Club located at 479 King Street. You know you’re old when you need to hold a candle to the menu to see the ingredients on the drink list. It’s a hidden and curious space that has really awesome fans and Gothic chandeliers hung in rooms that have never been sheetrocked. You can see all of the beams in what would be the ceiling and walls. It’s a great date spot and also accommodates larger groups in the lounging area. If you are here to lounge, trust me you can barely see a thing. You can’t even see the entrance to the place.


The waitress was kind enough to let me play mixologist when I couldn’t find anything that would burn my mouth sufficiently. I ended up with a muddled jalapeno margarita. I like tequila and jalapenos in hidden dark spaces.


The End!


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OUTTA my HUEVOS – Charleston- SC


Gosh winter months are pleasant in the south. It’s nice that you can go to the park for a walk at the outdoor food market while listening to live music without any frozen precipitation falling on your head. It’s really the simple things in life that make PeanutPimpMama happy. My experience at The Farmer’s Market in Marion Square was especially pleasant and tasty at that. The market is comprised of your typicals- lots of tasty stands to get breakfast and lunch munchies at as well as local crafts and handmade clothing items and housewares. It was where I had the pleasure of experiencing Outta my Huevos. Not only was it the morning but I had to go see about some huevos after reading that adorable play on words.


The Experience:

Not gonna lie, they’re serious about serving animals. They offered a salad, but there was no way I was walking away from this situation with a bowl of greens. I decided to order the Huevos Rancheros: Crispy corn tortilla, red peas, saffron rice, house chorizo, two slow-cooked eggs, salsa fresca, lime and crema, cilantro. When I looked at the menu and thought about omitting the house chorizo I decided against it because I wasn’t certain of what form it would come in. Maybe it would be avoidable? See the naughty vegetarian in me really wanted the flavor from the chorizo, but to not actually have to consume it.

417 I placed my order (as-is) and waited patiently. As I was on the line it grew longer and longer at an impressive pace. It seemed that I had picked their most popular item since only one out of every three people were changing it up. #winning

416Woomp there it is! This was one hell of a beautiful and tasty dish but the consistency was way less manageable than I had anticipated. There was no way that chorizo would be avoidable ground up into a chili form. So I did what I had to do. I started with the eggs and then I passed it off to my friend who helped me with the chorizo. #TrueFriendship

421(The good samaritan she is.) Afterwards I took it back to eat some of the rice. (#IndianGiver) The little sicko in me was so excited that the chorizo-juice was still left in the bottom of my paper plate since it gave the rice such an amazing savory and spicy kick. They know what they’re doing here.

423After the Huevos Rancheros was mostly gone, we had some time to listen to the cover band and look at all of the crafty things. I definitely recommend this market for an economical brunch or lunch alternative if weather permits. It’s also a great place to go for a gander and some alternative Charleston souvenirs.


My meatlovin’ friends must hit this up when they’re in town. PeanutPimpMama sure knows tasty meat when she eats the juicy remnants.

~PPM and another cute Dog in Charleston


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The Gin Joint – Charleston- SC

photoGin, it tastes like Christmas trees. Next time you sip your gin and tonic, you’ll think of PPM and evergreens. Gin doesn’t only make me think of Christmas trees, it also makes me think of Snoop Dog and “Gin and Juice”, rolling down the street smokin’ (JK) etc. etc. You know those types of things. Then of course there’s prohibition and the bathtub-gin and of course the beloved speakeasy-theme which has reshaped the inescapable cocktail scene of America. (Thanks Petraske) Seriously, you don’t go to a “real bar” unless you enter the establishment to see so many exotic fruits, veggies and potions that hit you with a wall of herbal euphoria to swear that someone’s Nutribullet must be near by.


I poppped into The Gin Joint after quite the indulgent meal and was ready for a sipper. Behold the 1920’s inspired, vest wearing, cocktail shaking potion pouring herbal picking bar of deliciousness awaits you!

414Living in NYC you’ll see this theme brought to extremes. You’ll find speakeasies hidden behind telephone booths and magical sliding bookcases. You have to walk down dark alleys and give passwords to strange people guarding dodgey doors which open to a haven of utter debauchery humbly serving booze in teacups. Charleston is a little different… They like their crazy to be cozy and out in the open, not necessarily super mysterious or 1920’s-y feeling.

402 - CopyHere at The Gin Joint they certainly have a sense of humor about things. When I opened the menu my eyes instantly gravitated towards the cocktail “Banana Hammock” featuring: Flor De Cana 7, Zaya 12, Banana, Pineapple, Vanilla Cordial, Lemon, Orgeat, Walnut and Angostura Bitters. Truth be told, my character as a human was once ever-so-harshly judged by using that phrase. On a different occasion I’m pretty sure it helped me lose the little respect of an old roommate I had. Not my fault of course, he was sporting a wee ONE (and ONLY that wee little Hammock) around the apartment. Confrontation of the matter got me blocked on the FB! Yet ironically he had a huge complex about me wearing shoes inside. (Go figure?) I’m baffled by this behavior until this very day. We’ll chalk it up to “cultural differences”. (Memoirs of a Sad Banana Hammock by PeanutPimpMama)

411After I ordered this drink I was so excited to see that it was garnished with my favorite flower, a hot pink orchid! The presentation was so playful, like it was meant to be. Luckily I was ready for dessert and this bevvy filled the sugary void in my life…Well, that and the preview of their Peanut Butter Chocolate Bar (pictured below). This tasty chocolate concoction consists of: Pretzel, dulce de leche, Pop Rocks and Bulls Bay sea salt. (Yes, the pop rocks popped on my tongue.) Upon first glance we were a little confused by the size. Eventually the rest of our slice made it out to the bar as well. By that point we were so full of “all the delicious things” that we boxed er’ up and sliced n’ diced her as a sweet treat for our afternoon party the next day. It fared well.


Those poor innocent bananas. Since this phrase hits home in such a way, I’ll never look at those fruits the same again…or hammocks. Ah f*ck it I love them both! (Just not on my roommates.)


Here is a cute Charlestonian dog to get your mind off that junk.


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The Ordinary – Charleston- SC


If there were ever a meal I was happy to get fat over, THIS was IT. After hearing a lot of buzz about FIG before arriving, I was lucky to have the opportunity to dine at The Ordinary on King St.. Contrary to the restaurants name, the place was anything but “ordinary” with its formerly gutted old bank space adding a unique old-fashioned-Charlestonian twist to their dining experience. They have a banging menu consisting of mouth-watering aperitifs and cocktails to start, a nice wine list for pairing and a classically indulgent selection of seafood dishes from raw bar to hot mains along with their healthy-ish vegetable and starchy accompaniments. No wo-man leaves hungry.



Upon first glance it reminded me of where I held my mom’s big-50 last year in Asbury Park, NJ. The Jersey Shore also has their own reno’d-bank-resto space by the name of Bank on Mattison. The Ordinary, much like “Bank” makes good use of the space with upstairs dining on the balcony. Here one can gain a unique perspective of the venue with an almost bird’s-eye view. The boozey floor to ceiling book cases and hanging lamps fill the space while creating a sense of coziness and intimacy. There’s a nice cruising-factor here.

The Experience:


After being greeted by the friendly staff, they sat us in the main dining area where the fun began. I decided to keep it simple and started my meal off with the “Intro to Vermouth” including: Priorat Natur, Dolin Dry, Carpano Antica. When the menu arrived and I saw the Oyster Bar section, I was over-the-moon to see an oyster shooter featured alllllllll the way at the bottom. It had PPM all over it. It was going to happen… It did happen.


Oysters were the way forward. We had a beautiful plate assembled with three pairs of oysters that our awesome server suggested. While I’m not exactly a huge oyster-buff I truly appreciate the presentation and act of consuming them as a shared experience. I would like to get to a point where I understand the difference between our slimy friends and their logistical whereabouts. The only way that will happen is by consuming more of them which I seem to be quite good at.

383I particularly like the shallow oysters that are less-meaty and slip right out of their shelly-habitat and right into the back of your tongue so-easily (like it never happened). One or two chews and poof* it’s gone! I really prefer consuming them with a punchy Mignonette sauce as well as a little Tabasco. Nom* Nom* Nom*


 We were so sad when the oysters were gone. How did we finish six so fast?


The second course shared was the Squid Ink Tagliatelle: (pictured above) with clams and chorizo. There’s something about squid-ink pasta that is always eye catching, and paired with a buttery sauce makes it look even more decadent! No doubt the half-*ssed vegetarian that I am enjoyed every bit of flavor that the chorizo added to my saucy clams.


Wait wait stop here! See this prawn dish (pictured above)?! You never have to have another meal as long as you live. If you haven’t had this dish yet, you haven’t lived! (That was my excitement for today.) For serious: BBQ White Shrimp, Charred Bread… GET ON IT. Then when you have sucked every fleshy bit from these little sea floor crawling crustaceans’s exoskeletons, I want you to eat all of the charred bread that lies beneath! When that is through, I want you to continue to sop every single drip of  this precious buttery and godonlyknowswhatkindofmagical sauce that’s left. (PPM’s strict instructions)


If you need any sopping utensil inspiration please see the Baked Hawaiian Rolls (pictured above). That’s right kids… These perky little bunzies are baked with coconut milk! The velvety texture when you first pluck open their soft centers and apply that sea-salted butter- I can’t even, but I did, and like OMG, those bunz “tho”. Trust me, you’ll feel the same way.


If there is any room left in your stomach and you are daring enough to venture into the entrées I recommend the steamed triggerfish with rapini and Meyer mousseline. It’s a delicate ending to an ass-whippin’ of a feeding!


For real, you can’t leave hungry or displeased. This was one of the most memorable eating experiences I had in Charleston. Go there now and get the BBQ shrimp and those Hawaiian rolls-(if you know what’s good for you, or if you know what’s good and now you should.)




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Goat. Sheep. Cow. – Charleston- SC

I lovePeanutPimpMama1-300x300 cheese. I love all kinds of cheese. In 2007 my cousin came to visit me in Paris and we had a funny experience with a very stinky little cheese. We had purchased it as part of a picnic to eat while touring Paris on the big red bus. As a host, I had the perfect Parisian tour down to a science including the ability to pack quite the portable spread. It was not only budget friendly and delicious, but easy to prepare with a supermarket sweep at my local Monoprix. How I miss having a delicious fromagerie and selection of beautiful wines right outside my front door. (That was living.) After a successful day of bus-touring we decided to stow away our leftover goodies for the next day’s adventures until we realized that something wasn’t quite right.

207616_5948146998_415_nOne of our creamy tranches had decided to omit the scent of a rotting corpse that permeated my studio and nearly kicked us out the next morning. At least we had motivation for an early start even the champagne-hang couldn’t stop. No harm, as cheese (stinky or not) has continued to be the center of many good times since. That smell “tho”…


Here I was eight years later touring another city and making more memories with cheese. My friend decided to throw a little get-together and of course I needed a visit to the local cheese haven to make my contribution. We decided it was time for a trip to Goat Sheep Cow, which is located in the historical area of downtown Charleston. Here we assembled and paired a beautiful spread for all to enjoy.


The international selection was exceptional and deceivingly large judging from the size of the quaint and tiny store front. It really does look like a fromagerie in Europe with all of Charleston’s old-world architecture. The best part is you don’t need a passport to get here!

349(PeanutPimpMama particularly enjoyed tasting all of the cheeses as she was contemplating her purchase.) As we finally narrowed our selection down the temptation did not seize. Goat Sheep Cow’s walls are also lined with rows of delightful wines and all the cheese-plate accouterments you could ever dream of. We managed to remain somewhat controlled. It helped that my dear friend and major cheese enthusiast was already armed with many scrumptious accompaniments.


The cheese made it home safe and sound and on to a beautifully presented cutting board the next day. We decided to pair all of our goodies with a beautiful bottle of 2011 Domaine J.A. Ferret Pouilly-Fuissé. It went particularly well with our chosen “stinker”.


Safe to say everyone enjoyed les fromages that afternoon. It’s so nice having a house gathering where everyone comes together to share their favorite snack. It was a good team that pulled together that afternoon. I see no regrets pictured above… Here’s to Goats, Sheeps and Cows! (Not Camels)


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The Charleston Grill at Charleston Place Hotel – Charleston- SC

After having tea aphotot Charleston Place Hotel I decided to go for a gander. Eventually I perched at the bar of The Charleston Grill to kill some time. (The last thing PeanutPimpMama had on the brain was food, so instead of eating she decided to sip.) I watched the bartender as he was setting up for the dinner shift and the staff started to trickle in slowly one by one. I was a bit apprehensive about being “that customer” (that sits at the bar when you are barely open) but I made it pretty clear that I was in no rush. It was a relaxing atmosphere with serious interior like most meat-heavy restaurants with a lot of strong lines and dark wooden accents. Evidently there was a pharma-event in town which made for some delightful sipping entertainment with a jovial bar crowd.



Shortly after the bartender greeted me with his Oh-So-Southern-Hospitality, I was given the menu along with the drink list. Okay okay, I had a snack in the end…That trail mix “tho”. It was FREE. As my Dad used to say, “If something is free, fill your pockets.”

imageAfter I asked for a suggestion, I received the bartender’s mystery beverage that he thought suited my taste buds. There was no way I could drink anything remotely sweet after the sugar coma I was experiencing from tea. Mr. Bartender shook up a solid bevvy. I really wish I had money for the champagne flight “tho”. If I could recommend anything, it would be to order the champagne flight as it is a combination of very special bubbles. What a great way to try all the things!


On the way out I took a peek at the The Palmetto Cafe which is known for their “Lowcountry Cuisine”. It’s a great space where you can view the courtyard right through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I hope that Charleston is nice and toasty when I return so I can dine al fresco in the courtyard. (PeanutPimpMama has a soft spot for al fresco dining.) For now taking pics there had to suffice.


A city with great food, beautiful people and adorable dogs. What more could you want out of life?image

Except to live with these two??

PPM <3

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Tea for Two at Charleston Place Hotel – Charleston- SC


As I rode shotgun through Charleston in the day, I couldn’t help but notice the quaint houses and curious architecture. One of the most outstanding characteristics of all of these beautiful homes were undeniably the porches. Beautiful porches are admired here in the tri-state area and are quite a rarity on our suburban homes outside of NYC, unless of course your home is gigantic. PeanutPimpMama was particularly puzzled by all of the porches that had doors at the end while the porch itself remained wide open and vulnerable. What is the point of a full sized door at the end of your porch? Could this possibly deter passersby that would trespass in the first place?

271So, I decided to do a little research because I knew there had to be some logical and historical explanation. As it turns out these houses with porches that run the length of the home with a door at the end are known as “The Charleston Single House“. The door at the end of these porches merely serve as a privacy screen between the house and the sidewalk. That’s a whole lotta details for a little privacy.

269There really is something special about the style of these homes. Many a good times can be had basking in the warm Charleston sun. I was excited to see my friend’s porch after many a tantalizing facebook photo on my feed. I’ve always secretly wanted a porch swing. Le sigh*


 This one had a particularly charming view.


After a nice stroll through historical downtown we finally reached King St. and approached Charleston Place Hotel. It was time for some much anticipated afternoon tea. PeanutPimpMama has always had a bit of an obsession with the art of it all. I think this dates back to my studies abroad when my fascination with the old-world began. You can find many-a fancy tea salon in old hotels of London and Paris. I drank a lot of tea while living in Europe, although sadly not in salons. They were not very student budget friendly. I had one friend that joined me on the hunt for Paris’s most indulging chocolat chaud which led us to some fancy shmancy cafés however. Those were the days! To think this whole tradition started in England in the early 19th century by the 7th Duchess called Anna of Bedford (not BK) who used to complain of “that sinking feeling” in the afternoon. Anna darlin’, you are my idol. PeanutPimpMama tends to sink in the afternoon too!


Afternoon Tea was held at The Thoroughbred Club located inside The Charleston Place Hotel. Here you can either perch on the bar and enjoy a fine cocktail or dine on one of their luxurious banquettes for assorted tapas and small plates.

316We were seated towards the back of the dining area where we had a nice and quiet corner in the section for “Ladies Who Lunch”.


They passed us the tea list which had a nice array starting with a wintry seasonal variety, English classics along with a small selection from the Orient. Lastly, there were a couple of herbal and fruit teas listed for the jittery-fearing folk.

The First Course:

imageThe first course served were some open face tea sandwiches. I thought that was a unique spin on the typical tea sandwich which is often stingy with the filling however more convenient for handling. Clockwise: The locally favored pimento cheese in a wheel, tuna salad on white bread, lobster salad with bacon and “to-mah-toe”, smoked salmon with a cream cheese layer and capers on rye and last but not least they placed a chicken salad filled canapé in the center.

The Second Course:


For the second course, we enjoyed the freshly baked blueberry scones and some traditional crumpets with fresh cut strawberries. Whipped cream, lemon curd and preserves for “schmearing” were served alongside our carbo-packed companions. (PPM left no savoury bite un-schmeared.) Whipped cream is just NOT the same as clotted cream but we’re a far cry from Devonshire, England.

The Final Course:


Last but not least, the homemade cakes, tarts and tea cookies were served. Let’s face it, the whole tradition is more than a delicate “pick me up”. By the time the final course arrives one is “busting” with carbo-bloat and sausage fingers.


Luckily we had some different textures going on to prevent that brick-laid stomach an overly-indulgent afternoon tea can leave. For $42.00 pp (including gratuity) it was on the more affordable side of the many teas I’ve had. Not too shabby!


High Tea- An ideal excuse for me to hang out in fancy hotels and act “boojie“. Just remember folks, “You are the company you keep.” wink* For more details on tea-etiquette click (HERE).

But seriously, where was this when I was living in London? C’est la vie de PeanutPimpMama!

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The Park Cafe – Charleston- SC


It was the middle of winter and I was waking up in the sunny Charleston weather which felt fantastic. The first thing I heard were church bells across the street chiming Christmas tunes. How adorable is that?! It happens that my friend is lucky enough to wake up to that every morning, or “not so lucky all the time” she says. I suppose certain situations could be difficult ie. when you’re rocking the-hang and the last thing you want to do is wake up at 8:00am against your will, let alone wake up to bells. There’s no turning that off. I was excited for some breakfast and to start another day of Charleston adventures. Today’s foodie experiences started with brunch at The Park Cafe located at 730 Rutledge Avenue.

The Experience:


It’s funny riding shotgun around a city that is so spread out. Most of my NY eats are found by moseying around on foot. There are so many nooks and crannies to Charleston which add to its old world flare. You can drive a couple of residential blocks and then suddenly run into an awesome restaurant. I swear there is one restaurant to a person here. You’ll never get bored but you might get fat.

273The interior of The Park Cafe is quite airy and light inside. That bright interior and a nice cup O’ Joe did a fine job of waking me up. The wrap around windows and earthy fixtures make you feel like you are sitting in a green house. This might have been the idea with their farm to table or “farm to fork” and locally grown menu. It is really refreshing to see so much camaraderie in a city and support of local businesses.


For brunch I decided to have their simple Fried Egg Sandwich served with house bacon, cheddar, avocado, spicy mayo and a seasonal side. You can’t tell in the picture above, but PeanutPimpMama decided to rip off her delicious piece of bacon which she passed off to her friend that thoroughly enjoys pork-products. No worries… PPM enjoyed the bacon flavored residue that still remained on her perky lil huevo. The lightly toasted bun had avocado spread along one side. I’m a huge fan of avocados and totally love this new obsession with Mexican cuisine and all of its influences popping up everywhere. I feel like every time I get on instagram someone feels the need to post “avocado toast” as if it were a revolutionary invention. The Sh*te is solid yo… You can’t take that away. Those beets “tho”…


I was particularly impressed with their side of Creamy Kale. I have had creamed kale before filled with stemmy bits the whole way through. They managed to make theirs as silky as spinach. It was topped with grated cheesy goodness that totally made me want to scoop it up with tortilla chips. I just needed some tortilla chips.

280Pictured Above: The hostess with the mostess enjoys a House Smoked Ham Melt served with Gruyere and carmelized onions. Seriously if I ate ham, that would be the first sandwich I’d pick up. Or should I say if I ate ham regularly… cough*


On the way out I happened to notice they had etch-a-sketches available for play. You gotta love a place that has etch-a-sketch on demand. Whomever brought these in is good people to PeanutPimpMama!

289This city has beautiful dogs everywhere you go. Really, it’s another reason to move to Charleston.


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The Belmont – Charleston- SC


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…


The Experience:

266I 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.

265The bar has a visibly extensive selection of liquors and liqueurs of which to imbibe. The bartenders were super welcoming and attentive…You can’t drink them “tho”.

256Their 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).

257My 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 (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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