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After our walking tour of Charleston we realized we’d skipped lunch and were starving. As it was too early for dinner, I did a little phone research and found a seafood place highly recommended by Southern Living magazine. They said the food was superb and to ignore the fact that the restaurant itself was a “dive”.

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Clearly their idea of “dive” and mine differ greatly because while admittedly this place wasn’t the Ritz Carlton, I’ve been in a helluva lot worse.

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Naturally my husband wanted to sit at the bar.

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I’ve never had a strawberry daiquiri served in a mason jar before, but maybe that’s part of their dive-y charm.

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The hushpuppies? Meh.

Not great, not awful.

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My she crab soup?

Mama mia! It may not have photographed well but it was thickest, richest, creamiest crab filled thing I’ve ever had.

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To be honest I was pretty full after just that, but I was on vacation in the low country and couldn’t pass up an opportunity for shrimp and grits.

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I couldn’t…. but I should have, because it was awful. Yes, the shrimp were large and flavorful but the rest was simply a big bowl of slop. Too much pasty gravy, too soupy a consistency… blech.

I ate the shrimp and left the rest.

The husband? He had some type of inferior fish which was dry as a bone.

So much for taking Southern Living’s advice.

Aside from the soup the only thing that made me smile at this place was the poster in the rest room.

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