The South is not a monolith. There are pockets of weirdness, awesomeness, and then there’s Charleston—where for some time now important things have been happening with food, a lot of them having to do with [Sean Brock].
You could be forgiven for underestimating Sean Brock the first time you meet him. I know I did. I saw a scruffy-looking dude in a trucker cap who always seemed to have a bottle of really good bourbon on hand.
The likelihood of me successfully shooting even the stupidest animal on camera is about the same as Donald Trump being gracious to anybody or Adam Sandler making a good movie.
Bourdain ate: pecan waffles, patty melt cheeseburger, green salad with Thousand Island dressing, thin-cut pork chops, T-bone steak, hash browns
325 Savannah Highway
Bourdain ate: Ossabaw Island country ham with bread-and-butter pickles, old-fashioned oyster pie, shrimp and grits, pit beans with Carolina Gold rice, grilled whiting, suckling pig, and creamed corn with cornbread
76 Queen Street
Bourdain ate: soft-shell crab with pasta and shaved bottarga, heirloom rice and peas with suckling pig and chicken confit over Carolina Gold rice
232 Meeting Street