Fresh fish Yes .....but no waffles.
Well, I try to get around and keep an eye on new things that pop up.
Case in point: I have driven by this corner location for about 14 years. It's on Remount Road in North Charleston, on the edge of Hanahan.
For most of that time it was a paint & body shop.
Then that closed. For a long, long time.
Saw some workers there recently and some equipment being hauled inside.
Ta-Da.
Fulford Fish is now open for business.
Fresh seafood in one door and take-away plates and sandwiches in the other.
Spoke with A.J. Fulford, the owner (he also had the auto repair business there) and he suggested I try the very, very fresh scallops.
Or the local shrimp.
Or oysters.
Crab legs too.
Big ones.
Did I mention the
Blue Claw Crabs?
When I'm out dining, I usually ask if the shrimp are "local" and I've heard various answers.
I like YES, they are! None of that "Well, sure.....from the Gulf."
Apparently I have not been paying close attention when I'm driving on Savannah Highway/
How could I have missed
Boxcar Betty's.
As their site says, they offer high end chicken sandwiches. Check out the menu.
I was embarrassed to find they've been open about 8 months. In my defense, I have been on a diet that is not too excited about "fried."
Close by is
Early Bird Diner where I had my first chicken & waffles.
So I asked and the young lady at the register pointed to the large menu printed on a wall.
Looks like they had sized up the competition and were staying with their target of high-end fried chickens on an array of sandwiches.
Don't think they would make me one with grilled chicken.
I also have had chicken & waffles at
Rarebit on upper King Street. (Pre-diet).
And at
Bay Street Biergarten.
Hmm. You'd think you could get that interesting combo at
Waffle House or Huddle House?
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Before I started the diet, I was getting into craft beers.
Plenty of THAT going on around here. And, of course, my heritage of fried, fried, fried.
Well I like the weight loss and being able to keep it off.
Mmmm. A golden waffle, melted butter and syrup.
I miss fried.
Labels: Bay Street Biergarten, Blue Claw Crab, Boxcar Betty's, crab legs, Early Bird Diner, fresh scallops, Fulford Fish, local shrimp, The Rarebit restaurant, Waffle & Huddle House
One "UK" evening followed by The Blues...
Went to the the UK* the other night to perhaps have myself a Moscow Mule in it's distinctive copper cup.
Well, actually, I intended to introduce a friend to the signature drink served at
The Rarebit.
He and I passed on the cool copper cup cocktail caper and focused more on their quirky menu. Take a look.
Note that the full menu is served only from 1pm to 10pm but the breakfast fare can be ordered from 10am until 1 am. Cool.
I had the country fried steak, with mashed potatoes and crisp green beans.
In conversation I referred to the area with all the expanding places along upper King Street as the
UK. My friend liked that.
"Don't believe I've seen that used before," he said, so maybe I coined it. In print. On this blog.
The next night - Friday - I headed to Home Team BBQ in West Ashley. Back in the U.S.A.
I was eager to listen again to a Blues master,
Steve Cheseborough, in from Oregon.
Had enjoyed his playing and authoritative banter about a year ago when he was a one-man show at Home Team.
Still dazzling with his knowledge of the major guitar players from the 1920s - 1930s, someone in the audience asked if he would play something by Taj Mahal.
Steve answered "I don't really know any of his songs but we both base our music on the same old timers...lemme see now..."
And he played a perfect Taj song, with credit to the original artist, Henry Thomas, 1874 - 1930, a Texas Blues pioneer. Yikes.
I recognized Fishin' Blues immediately from Taj's albums and live shows I had attended.
I wish I had jotted down some of the other songs Steve played and who he credited with creating them.
He honored quite an array of early Blues artists by presenting their authentic 20s and 30s sound.
He said his heavy, all-metal shiny National guitar was a challenge flying here. It was safely nestled above him in the overhead bin.
That meant it was part of his carry-on luggage and I have to wonder about the reaction from TSA at the airport as he presented his ID and boarding pass.
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The night before, while roaming around a few blocks of UK*, I bumped into Lee Barbour, another talented guitar player I admire and follow.
For example I know he is quite a ping pong player and not too surprised to meet him coming out of HoM.
If you don't know, they have two professional ping pong tables in the back.
Quite a change from all the pool tables usually seen up and down the street.
I asked how he fared in a recent tournament and he said he was pleased to have placed well in his talent level.
I've seen videos of him practicing and while playing in tournaments in New York.
He asked if I played and I grinned and said I had bounced the ball a few times ..when I was in high school.
That was long before Lee was born.
Now, even when I'm at Shem Creek or Goose Creek, I get along without a paddle.
(Groan.)
Labels: Dobro American resonator guitar, Fishin' Blues, Henry Thomas, Lee Barbour, Moscow Mule, steve Cheseborough, Taj Mahal, The Rarebit restaurant, UK means Upper King
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