Cheeseburger Paradiso

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Sooo-wah . . . mum's been the word lately.  And I just know that you've all been (super wink) totally crushed!  But I do have a legitimate excuse.  You see, mum's been the word because my mouth has been otherwise engaged.  That's a fancy way of saying full.  I've been too busy eating (well, and shopping) to write - or even talk for that matter.  So get ready to salivate and "fashionate" cuz this little piggy's got the lowdown on the lowcountry.

The first stop on my lowcountry epicurean adventure was at the Crystal Beer Parlor.  Savannah's second oldest rezz, it's claim to my tummy was a stack of beef and bun that's earned a reputation as Savannah's best - Cheeseburger that is.  

I have an affection for The Cheeseburger that knows no bounds.  From dirty single wides to slightly South of the Upper East Side, I've indulged.  The older the joint, the more classic the preparation, the darker the "dive," the deeper I fall.  And what I put in my mouth on St. Patrick's Day and washed down with a Harpoon Celtic Ale was like a once in a lifetime "onesie" . . . that I will definitely revisit at some point - "We'll always have Savannah."  Tink-tink, Toast!

Destination number one in Charleston was Bojangles.  And if lovin' their cajun chicken biscuits is worthy of a title well then you can just throw a tiara right up there on my noggin' and call me Little Miss Bojangles.  

A Mother/Daughter girls night out led us, first, to McCrady's for pre-prohibition cocktails.  Which means that I paired the best "Fried Bologna with house-made Beer Mustard", "Salt & Vinegar Puffed Shrimp with spicy Yuzu Mayo", and "Fried Green Tomatoes with Green Goddess dressing" that I've ever had with a Sazerac . . . and a Seelbach.

So I was glossy-eyed when we headed to Amen Street Raw Bar where the Ceviche and Oyster Shooters are a MUST.  And I was over the moon when they brought me half a dozen Prince Edward Island "J'Adore" pearl smugglers.  But THE TOAST of the evening was made over this "Patron on Ice" that our ADORABLE bartender brought me when I asked for "lots" of lime.  In hindsight I regret deciding against scribbling my tellie on the bevnap.  I need to live a little.

Richard's Bar was oh so Mos Eisley Cantina, I had a "Momma's Little Yellow Pils" at Kickin' Chicken (baby sister's fave) and Cupcake rivals its New York Counterpart (my long-time fave) Buttercup.  But the highlight of the entire expedition was something that Emeril Lagasse referred to in Playboy Magazine as (You Got It) "The Best Cheeseburger in America."  It was my first Carolina Style Cheeseburger.  And they're right when they say that you'll always remember your first.  So I made a special TOAST with a hand-flavored Cherry Coke - SWOON!  OHHH Mmmelvin('s) . . . you'll always be special to me - not to mention your Greens & Cornbread that easily qualifies as dessert. 

So.  You can see why it's only by the Grace of God that I'll fit into the booty I brought home from a little shopping spree Mother sent us on.  

"Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus,
tell 'em lock up them high-heeled shoes"

Martina McBride

The mini's at J. Crew are out of their boxes, hinting at a Spring forecast that's mostly flirty with chance of Summer Lovin' - as April Blume Flops & Flower Tees bring May sequins & bows.  And, speaking of sequins & bows, you better hush - Miss Cynthia Rowley.  She's bringing the grosgrain bows (that Jackie Waters claims Sweet Dupuy & I spent sixth grade one-upping each other on) back and pairing them with Sequin Evening Shorts that make me weep.  But it was the Antique Dot Tights that I couldn't leave without.  Thank you for so many sweets to have dreams about Momma!

And when all of you lay down "your pretty head" to have some sweet dreams of your own tonight . . . I recommend that you do so after lubing up with Lollia "Imagine" hand cream and slipping into (or out of if you're feeling frisky) a pair of Pine Cone Hill jammies.

As for "where in the world" I'll pop up next . . . well I'll only say that it will (a.) Top last Summer's Makeout Challenge and (b.)e nothing less than THE Toast of the Town (Go Big Or Go Home) - Wine Enthusiast/Wall Street Journal Style.  Join me!  Discount Code PATL10.  And stay tuned for a special Toast Post.

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