Cotton country.
It’s hard for me to believe that Burgergal and I went to Charleston, SC, nearly a month ago. It served as my third foray into the American South in the last few months, and I was looking forward to experiencing yet another region’s unique food and historic offerings. Going to the Low Country, I knew that shrimp and grits, fried chicken, and other unhealthy goodness would be in my future.
Rather than bore you with endless words, I think I will take a different approach to this post and treat you with a photoessay about the burgerbuddies’ trip down to South Carolina.
