Last weekend, Jordan and I flew down to South Carolina for a friend’s wedding. We’ve always wanted to eat at Husk and may have made a reservation four months ago (worth it). We spent one night in Charleston and then drove down to Seabrook Island. There was a major rental car shortage due to the recent flooding, so we ended up procuring a last minute Zipcar for the weekend after a minor airport panic attack (sorry J).
Sunday was spent riding bikes on the beach at The Sanctuary. The beach was basically deserted except for the two of us riding full speed next to the ocean. The sand was so compact it formed an endless road. I am not much of a bike rider and got immediately off-balance every time I tried to whip out my camera. Jordan on the other hand was basically popping wheelies and filming steady video at the same time.
The wedding was a three-night event throughout Seabrook and Kiawah Islands. Our favorite night was the rehearsal dinner at Mingo Point: fresh oysters grilled over an open fire and shoveled over to our table for shucking. Amazing. We didn’t know anyone else at the party aside from the bride and groom, so eating 50 oysters seemed socially acceptable. I was so full I could barely consume a s’more at the end of the night. I mean, I did–but barely.
Just a quick stop for some peel-and-eat shrimp at Red’s Icehouse before the wedding cocktail party never hurt anyone. I almost took home the stray cat that cozied up to us during the meal.
We had a few hours to kill before getting on the plane back to NYC. Jordan’s mastery of Google led us to a frisbee golf course in the middle of nowhere, which was terrifyingly empty but turned out to be hours of fun. Is it bad that my arm hurt for two days afterward?
Our trip concluded with a fried chicken lunch at Martha Lou’s, served by 83-year-old Martha herself. The restaurant was a little pink shack off of the highway. The chicken was crispy, flavorful and undoubtedly authentic. A perfect greasy end to our Southern weekend.