The final stop of our daytrip was a local chain of hot dog joints. We arrived at the original store, which was once a pool hall shortly before closing, and we were careful to mind our language while we were there. Find out why in today’s chapter.
Oddly located in an enormous, labyrinthine, noisy strip mall, this charming little place feels like it belongs in a quiet neighborhood instead, and emphasizes healthy eating and drinking.
We stopped to take some pictures of some places that looked interesting on our trip, and we also got to play with some robot animals and giant monsters made from recycled toys.
Greenville is home to a small group of diners called Pete’s. Since a trip to the area is not complete without a pimento cheeseburger, we stopped in for one and learned a little about their quite convoluted history,
It has become a tradition that the first road trip of the year is a day’s drive around the Palmetto State. In this chapter, we start things off at this landmark family restaurant, known for their amazing roast beef sandwiches.
In 1969, after more than a decade of growth, this Macon-based chain launched a major expansion, reaching nearly a hundred stores. Five years later, the chain failed. Today, their distinctive, deteriorating buildings are home to all kinds of businesses, and some survivors have thrived on their own for thirty years. Learn more in this extra-length, photo-filled chapter.
I tried so hard, and I drove so fast, to make it back to this 49 year-old drive-in before I lost the light. These photos are just shamefully poor, but I’m insisting on sharing with you anyway.
More than sixty years ago, the franchisees in South Carolina helped start the stores in Atlanta that most of us know and enjoy, but each has been evolving separate from each other ever since. Here’s a short recap of the history of Zesto in the Palmetto State, with photos from two of their locations.
Here’s a place with some amazing hash that left the intrepid heroine of our story completely tongue-tied, and not, surprisingly, for the reasons you might think. Plus, additional talk about one of the best children’s museums in the country.
For our annual trip to the Palmetto State, we changed the regular playbook and just focused on the capital city of Columbia. Along the way, we visited one of the region’s most celebrated barbecue buffets.
Finishing up this two-day trip with stops in the towns of Greenwood and Anderson, I’m already scheming when I can get away for another two days, and where I might go…
This time out, I go to a restaurant and forget why I’m there. Then the road takes me north, back into the region known for its mustard-based sauces, and to one of the state’s most popular and well-known joints.
This chapter is the shortest of the seven, as I did not enjoy one of the next two experiences, and I didn’t give the other the fair shake that it demanded. Such is life.
A rotten finish to day one of my trip is acknowledged and accepted as the price that I was willing to pay for the amazing meal that started day two. What I found in Hemingway is a strong contender for the best barbecue joint on the planet, and it is a very long way from home.