After 18 delicious years growing up just north of Manhattan, I took a leap of faith and headed down South to pursue my education. I was beside myself when the hungry, food loving, college student in me was trapped in a fast food twilight zone, also known as Myrtle Beach. Four years of longing for a decent meal, 125 college credit hours, and approximately 203 hangovers later, I packed up my bags and landed in good ‘ole Charleston.
While it may embarrass some people, I’m not ashamed to admit that the first thing I did after deciding to move here was jump on Google to research (and bookmark) the first 10 restaurants I had to try once I moved in. The thing is, I may not be great in the kitchen—in fact, the word spastic comes to mind—but when it comes to eating, I have got some skills my friends.
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