(Disclaimer: Sad cell phone pictures of food to follow. If that upsets you, feel free to miss out on the wonder that is my review of Southern dining.)
While my mom was here last week, she and I ventured out to a little ramshackle inn for dinner. Now this particular inn isn't much to look at from the outside. The wooden porch is warped and slanted, the white paint is cracked and peeling on all inn surfaces, and there is an intimidatingly large swarm of... something... buzzing about the top one of the roof support columns. The windows are cleanish, but the drapes hanging in them are awkwardly hung, partially missing, and - around the back especially - probably not drapes at all.
The first time we rolled up to this inn, we were about 35 minutes early. They keep interesting hours.
We went back the next night when we were sure they would be open, and it was well worth it.
We were quickly introduced to Boarding House style dining. At the inn, this means they serve up two meats, six sides, and biscuits, the amount of all of these things based on the number of people eating.
They also had a "low country boil" option and a full menu, but my mom and I threw caution to the wind and went boarding house all the way.
We ended up with fried chicken, roasted pork loin, mashed potatoes and gravy, squash, rice, green beans, black-eyed peas, macaroni and cheese, and a biscuit each.
And it was all fantastic.
Just to push their Southern hospitality over the edge, the good folks at the inn encourage you to have seconds of whatever you want. According to their menu board, they "consider it a complement."
So... you know... we might have complemented them on their fried chicken. :)
And the whole boarding house buy in? $8.99 a person. Seriously.
At that price, I felt good about splurging on iced tea and the best peach cobbler I've ever ever tasted.
My mom and I shared this piece of peach cobbler, but on a rough day, I can totally see going back for this cobbler and some coffee.
The interior of this inn is so charming, let me tell you. It was, at one point, a boarding house, I'm sure. But it's now broken up into a bunch of dining rooms, second floor included. My mom and I sat in a little room with a fireplace and a few tables. That room was lousy with tea sets and full place settings. It was just all too cute.
So my first experience of true Southern food (I am reluctant to count Subway and Quiznos) was a smashing success. Amanda approves. In a big way.