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| - Was meeting my aunt for my early birthday lunch (woohoo!). I got a bit turned around because I had no idea it was Pride day, or weekend. So I called the restaurant and asked them for directions. Whomever picked up the phone was very helpful and got me to the location quickly.
We arrived an hour after opening and with the festival going on it was empty. By empty I mean we were the only people in the restaurant, which I think is awesome. What was not so awesome was how the stage was right by the restaurant so I could barely hear God awful pop music throughout our meal. Like everyone else has said, its a beautiful restaurant. The wood tables are stunning, the chandeliers are really neat. It has a very tranquil feeling.
We ordered the snack board and it came out promptly. The black bean hummus was better than I expected, very smooth. The pimento cheese was very flavorful with a bit of spice on the back end but was a bit dry. The dryness was only annoying because it was crumbly and kept rolling off my pita. Deviled eggs were good, a bit standard but the yolk was creamy and the mustard caviar was a nice touch.
My entree consisted of two South Carolina buckwheat Johnnycakes with a peach bourbon syrup, paired with livermush and a side order of grits. Growing up in the south I know all about livermush but had never consumed it. So I wanted to be proper south. The Johnnycakes were huge and a bit burnt, which I loved. I loved that they did not drown them in the peach bourbon syrup, even though the syrup was great I hate soggy food. I took a stab at the livermush and I did not enjoy it. It was just to weird for me, my aunt said I would either love or hate it. Our waiter was quick to get me some bacon which he coined "Old reliable". It was cut thick with a nice smokey flavor. I do have to say the grits were my favorite part of my meal. For me, grits usually suck. They are either to watery or to dry, or taste like Quaker oats instant. These were creamy, rice and had a nice thick texture. I destroyed them.
I left extremely full and on the way out the door my aunt asks "So when are we coming back?". I guess you could say we are fans.
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