Saturday, August 28, 2010

Happy Sunday / Picture of the Week

My friends Ashley, Sarah and I refer to ourselves as a "3-pack," because Ashley is a blond, Sarah is a redhead and I'm a brunette.

This is the 3 pack on New Years Eve 2009-2010.



And here we are, immortalized on the wall of the bathroom at Big John's Tavern (Charleston's Oldest Dive Since 1955!).



I'm taking a blogging hiatus for the next few days. The Boyfriend and I are set to leave for Cape Cod (!) in a few hours.

Last Night in Charleston

Greetings from Pennsylvania! Dad and I got a late start yesterday so we didn't arrive back here until after 11:00, but we made it.

Thursday was my last full day in Charleston and boy, did Dad and I live it up! We spent most of the day packing the car in the worst heat of the week (of course) and then took in some final sites before we started a restaurant crawl I'd had in the works for a while.

We started the night at my favorite wine bar, Bin 152. This place is 1/4 wine bar, 1/4 cheese and charcuterie shop, 1/4 art gallery and 1/4 antique store. The owners, Franny and Patrick, are so delightful. We each had a glass of wine and some Giddy Goat Pimento Cheese. It was a wonderful way to start off.

From there, we moved on to Hank's Seafood, which is what I consider the best seafood restaurant in town. It's an old warehouse so it can be loud, but I like the atmosphere alot. The Chef, Frank McMahon, has some wonderful dishes on their menu including the Low Country Bouillabaisse (a personal fav!), grilled Swordfish, seafood Platters that can be grilled or friends, and these Seafood Towers, that always look incredible. This is my favorite picture of Chef McMahon, with Frank Lee from Maverick Southern Kitchens, from the 2009 Charleston Wine and Food Festival (and, for the record, Dad and I had a dozen Gulf Coast Oysters which were also spectacular!).



From there, we moved onto to the Peninsula Grill at the Planter's Inn Hotel. I'd been here once before with the Boyfriend and was really impressed by their lamb, goat cheese smashed potatoes, the Lobster "3-way" appetizer, which Dad and I split, and, of course, their Coconut Cake. We even brought a piece home to share with Mom and Pam!

Our final stop of the night was at my favorite restaurant in town, FIG. FIG stands for "Food Is Good," and damn, is it ever when you're there. The Chef, Mike Lata, even won the 2009 Best Chef Southeast James Beard Award. I had my 26th birthday here and the Boyfriend and I were here in April and I wasn't disappointed either time. While it's hard to pick menu regulars to recommend (because Chef Lata changed the menu every day), I do suggest trying the Gnocchi and Tomato Tar-Tatin appetizers and the Triggerfish entree when they are available. The Boyfriend and I decided that the gnocchi was one of the best things we've ever eaten together so Dad and I had that and their Sticky Sorghum Cake with Walnut Ice Cream. Heaven. Dad even said of all the places I took him, he most wanted to come back there! Picture below is from my birthday, when I was lucky enough to meet Chef Lata!



All in all, it was a lovely evening and the best way we could have spent my last night in town!

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Doh!

I got this great jersey dress from Anne Taylor in May. I was wearing it on my bike last month and it got caught in my wheel, tearing a hole in the back. I took it to my tailor to have it hemmed and finally got around to picking it up yesterday.

It is now one. Short. Dress. Lord, I am a class act!

T - 5 hours and 38 minutes until work in Charleston is over!

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Random Thoughts

With only two and a half shifts of work left in Charleston, I'm running on really close to empty. Forgive me if this post seems a bit...scattered.

Took my father to Allouette's Cafe today for lunch. Allouette is the owner and chef at this "Holistic Soul Cafe" and man, does this woman know how to cook. The Boyfriend once compared the eating experience there to "sitting around a friend's living room while they make lunch," and after today, I couldn't agree more. Her shrimp salad sandwiches with coleslaw and sweet tea were to die for. I'm still full!

Did anyone else catch the Season Finale of the Real Housewives of New Jersey last night? Danielle is a lunatic, Ashley needs to have her mouth washed out with soap or be cut off completely, Caroline is an episode hero for what she attempted to do, and it is time to move on (though, I not-so-secretly can't wait for the reunion). And on a more personal note, a New Jersey accent is a hard thing to love. Truth be told, I love the Boyfriend's NJ accent but I get a headache if I watch these ladies too long.

Speaking of The Boyfriend, we are going on vacation! In less than a week! To Cape Cod! Neither of us have ever been and we've been looking forward to this since Memorial Day.For the past two weeks, the weather has been in the mid-70's during the day and mid-60's during the night consistently and neither of us have had a real vacation in a while. I. Can't. Wait.

kOb

Monday, August 23, 2010

kate vs. the squirrel vs. the landlords that won't be missed

It's always something, even the last week in town.

As I mentioned yesterday, I worked the audit shift last night/this morning. This left a fair amount of time Sunday afternoon to run some errands (and not sleep, grr). I came back to my apartment, walked through my gate and stood in my courtyard fumbling for my keys.

Something didn't feel right.

I glanced to my right and saw him. The squirrel. The poor guy must have fallen off of one of the tree branches that hang over my courtyard and just kind of...face-planted. I let myself in and called my dad, who simply suggested I call my landlord. Since, it was Sunday, I decided I'd give them a pass and would wait until today to call. I said a quick prayer for Mr. Squirrel and ventured back out to finish more errands.

On my way out, I saw one of the landlords was putting the trash on the curb and I figured I could save myself the hassle of the phone call the next day. The following conversation ensued:

Me: Hi, I live in Apartment C and there's a squirrel that fell from a tree into my courtyard. I'm really unsure of what to do.

Landlord: You should just throw him away.

Me: *Blank stare with some shock thrown in*

Landlord: You know, the same way you'd pick up a piece of dog poop. Cover your hands in a plastic bag, pick him up and throw him in the trash.

Me (and I'll willingly admit, this was one heck of an effort for me not to pick up the poor guy or at the very least, a last ditch attempt to emphasize how uncomfortable I was): I don't think ladies should pick up dead animals.

Landlord: Well, sometimes as adults, we have to do things we just don't want to do.

And that was that. I think I left a little more distraught than I was before.

Would someone like to tell me what the point of a landlord is if that's the type of reaction I received?

At work this morning, a co-worker suggested I call animal control. Doh. The thought simply never crossed my mind. I called at noon and Mr. Squirrel (RIP) was taken away to be disposed of properly by 12:45. I'd like to ad that even the Animal Control Guy thought the situation was gross and informed other tenants and myself that poor Mr. Squirrel had to be removed in 3 pieces.

As an adult, my 20 year old sister, Pam, had this to say in response to my landlord:

"And sometimes, as squirrels, we end up in places and situations we don't want."

Couldn't have said it better myself.

kOb

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Happy Sunday / Picture of the Week

I'm working the audit shift tonight (11:00 pm to 7:00 am), so I should be asleep, but alas, my body simply doesn't feel like napping. Cest la vie, I guess.

Recently, as I've been preparing to give up all personal freedoms and move back in with my parents return to Philadelphia, it dawned on me that six years ago this month, I left Charleston to travel somewhere completely new: Tuebingen, Germany.


I spent my junior year studying abroad in the wonderful city pictured below. It truly is one of the most special places to me.



kOb

Saturday, August 21, 2010

John Rutledge and His House

I've mentioned it before, but I am finishing up work as a concierge at The John Rutledge House Inn in Charleston, South Carolina. I have adored working here and want to tell everyone why.

About John:

John Rutledge was a lawyer, the first Governor of South Carolina, a delegate to the Constitutional Convention in Philadelphia, a signer of the US Constitution, a Justice on the Supreme Court and the 2nd Chief Justice overall.

I am very fond of the story of the special relationship John and his wife had, considering the time they lived. The colonial times were a period when most marriages were arranged and John's mother was absolutely beside herself that John refused to agree to one because he was in love with Elizabeth Grimke. They were married in 1763 and had 10 children, 9 of whom grew to be adults. This was also unheard of for the time period!

Elizabeth's death in 1792 affected John very deeply. Due to rumors of mental illness and alcoholism following her death, he attempted suicide in 1795 and died at the age of 60 in 1800. He is buried right down the street from The John Rutledge House Inn, in the cemetery at St. Micheal's Episcopalian Church.

About his house:

The House was built in 1763. That's right. 1763. That's thirteen years before the Declaration of Independence was adopted and 24 years before the US Constitution was ratified.

John Rutledge was 24 years old, newly married and needed a present for his 19 year old wife, Elizabeth Grimke (For all you John Rutledge's out there: you're about 7 years too late and I don't even need you to build me a house, there are plenty for sale!). When the home opened at Christmas time, it was the place to be and be seen. The Rutledge's used the house as their city residence until the late 1700's and Elizabeth was even lucky enough to host George Washington for tea during his tour of the South in 1791. It is even believed that John Rutledge wrote part of the US Constitution in the ballroom in the house.

After the John and Elizabeth both died, the home went on numerous others including Bishop John England, the first Bishop of the Diocese of Charleston, Charleston Mayor R. G. Rhett, and was also the original location for the prominent Gaud School for Boys.

In the 1970's and 80's the home was a law office and when they law firm left in 1983, the house stood vacant 5 years until it was bought and turned into a bed and breakfast.

The home survived a cannon during the Civil War, the Charleston specialty She-Crab Soup was invented here in the 1920's and it was barely damaged by Hurricane Hugo, the Category 4 storm that devastated much of Charleston and the surrounding Low Country in 1989.



About the Inn:


The House has been a fully functioning bed and breakfast for 21 years. There are 19 rooms total with 11 in the Main House and 8 rooms split between the Cooper and Ashley Carriage Houses out back. Nine of the rooms in the Main house are considered “Deluxe” or “Suites” and this means they are more authentic to the time period when the house was build. They have canopied beds, hardwood parquet floors, working fire places with Italian marble mantle pieces, and 14 foot ceilings. The picture below is Elizabeth Grimke's room and my favorite. :)



My absolute favorite part of the whole property is the balcony off the ballroom on the 2nd floor. It's open all day and all night, has a beautiful view and there's almost always some breeze. (It also happens to be where I had one of my favorite moments with my boyfriend: the weekend we met, he came by here to say goodbye and we spent about 15 minutes out on the balcony. I was so nervous and then really disappointed because he didn't kiss me! Over the past 6 months, he's expressed regret for not kissing me so on the last night of his last trip to visit me in Charleston, I took him up to there and told him he could cross it off his lists of regrets. It very easily could be my favorite memory of the two of us in Charleston!).

Included with each stay is breakfast each morning, an informal tea service each afternoon, complimentary port, sherry and brandy in the ballroom, and turn-down each evening. The only additional charges are parking, which is 12$ a night (city living, what can you do?).

The John Rutledge House Inn has won many awards including the AAA Four Diamond Award and is a member of the Select Registry. The Inn is managed by Charming Inns of Charleston, a hotel group which owns 3 other properties, the Fulton Lane Inn, the Kings Courtyard Inn, and the AAA Five Diamond Award-winning Wentworth Mansion, and a restaurant, Circa 1886 (but more on that some other time!).

If you ever get to Charleston, I wholeheartedly believe The John Rutledge House Inn would provide you with a unique experience you will never forget!

kOb

*This is a shameless plug done solely on my own. At no point was I asked to write this for Charming Inns.

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Things I'll miss about Charleston

As excited as I am about heading back up north, there are many things about Charleston that I simply will miss more than words describe.

The Basics - Obviously, I will miss the warm weather (though I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to the first cold snap this year), palm trees, flip flops, fresh seafood, grits, monograms, porch parties, sweat tea [vodka], riding my bike everywhere, and wearing sundresses, just because I want.

Friends - I moved back to Charleston after living in Germany because I still had a group of friends in town from my days at the College of Charleston. While my social circle certainly has changed over the past [almost] 2 years, it's safe to say I will miss Charity, Galina, Sarah, Ashley, Elizabeth, Matt, Damien, Jeff, and everyone else who has meant so much to me during my time in town. They have shared my tears and my happiness, my frustration and my excitement and, most importantly, they have been nothing but supportive throughout the past few months, when I considered and then finally decided to return home. They all mean the world to me.

The History - When I was in college, there were far more important things to be worried about than the history of this wonderful city. When I moved back, I got a job as a concierge the John Rutledge House Inn. This, itself, has been quite the historical experience, but everything I have learned about the different homes, gardens, museums, forts, beaches, and even the restaurants. I am now even fonder of everything Charleston, Confederate (or Revolutionary, for that matter) and Rutledge.

Restaurants - Can't talk about Charleston without talking about food. I'm a foodie now and I certainly wasn't when I moved here in 2002. I didn't even eat seafood! Now, I've eaten at restaurants with James Beard Award-Winning Chefs, tried things that may have once seemed outrageous like antelope and squab, and shared some magical evenings at these different places with some amazing people. In the future, I plan to post my favorite restaurants with menu suggestions! ;-)

My Work - One of the main reasons I'm moving home is because I've spent most of my time working. I easily have worked 65 to 70 hours a week over the past year, and, as you may assume, it can be exhausting. Working in the hospitality industry has had its ups and its downs for me, but between the people I work with and the people I have met doing what I do, I have truly enjoyed [almost] every minute of it. I can only hope that I'm lucky enough to find a job, with coworkers, I will enjoy as much as I've enjoyed the ones in Charleston.

kOb

Monday, August 16, 2010

Starting Over

As I write this, I'm sitting at work. I've spent the last 18 months working as a concierge at a bed and breakfast in Charleston, South Carolina. It's been an amazing experience, but about 3 months ago, I made the decision to return to Pennsylvania, where I grew up.

I've spent 5 of the last 8 years in Charleston. I came here to go to college in 2002 and have spent my time learning to love bright colors, use the word ya'll, and enjoy Southern specialties like grits.

Alas, it's time to move on. I miss my family, my boyfriend, the crispness that fills the air when the seasons change, and Philadelphia cheesesteaks.

I've started this blog to track my transition, I hope ya'll enjoy.

kOb