So going back to the theme of stories from a super long time ago, this post is going to be about something that happened on January 3rd. Specifically, a dinner that happened on January 3rd.
But first, a little background. Charleston is famous for having phenomenal restaurants (a fact I can attest to), so whenever anyone comes to visit me I make sure to take advantage of the fact that I can use that opportunity to go out to restaurants not by myself. Additionally, due to a complicated and convoluted series of events, I owed boyfriend a fancy dinner. So, when he came to visit me, we decided to make a reservation at what is supposedly the third best restaurant in Charleston: Circa 1886.
Ok, hang on, I’m sorry. I’m getting way ahead of myself here. I haven’t even started the story – I definitely can’t skip all the way to the end.
For some reason I do not understand, I had never had barbecue before I moved to South Carolina. Ok… so I actually do understand it, I’d never had it because I was an exceptionally picky eater as a child and until recently generally avoided meat, but the point remains. I had not ever experienced barbecued food. So as anyone who’s been here would know, South Carolina was a good place to move because their barbecue is amazing.