So since my last post I went to Charleston, SC, Vegas for another professional event, and Raleigh NC (a regular haunt now). Hands-down favorite was the low country of SC. I stayed in a fortressesque hotel that used to be the Citadel, back door opens onto King Street, no kidding. Seafood is mandated by this kind of proximity to mother blue, and I got some good tips from the bellman. Went strolling/trawling and wandered down an alley or two, ended up in a place called the Coast. Jackpot. I settled in with my barman (props to John) and asked my questions: What's local? What's fresh?...Blackened Escolar on a bed of little local peas (avec butter, bacon, and chives), damn, but not enough; a seared baseball-sized tuna hunk from the local catch served in a pool of dark, rich wine reduction; different/better than any tuna I've ever tasted (including the yellow-fin in Hawaii)...almost there; bacon-wrapped scallops batting cleanup...all washed down with Palmetto Amber. Um...if you noticed, that was 3 entrées...John was also surprised and I guess I drew some attention...the last dish was hand-delivered by the executive chef.
Foodblogging unintentionally now, but I also had one (and only one) decent meal in Vegas, served family-style (word). The lineup looked like this:
Nothing of note in Raleigh, hangin' at the Umstead (like this joint, everything quality) as usual. Being in Raleigh so much gets me to thinkin' though... ;-)
Next entry, no food or travel talk, promise.
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