Where is the Best Breakfast in Charleston, South Carolina?
I had been a good customer of ACME Cantina until of late. I paid $5 for a $4 bill and the waiter Bobbie threw a dime at me. I thought I was paying a dollar tip. I have tipped thousands of dollars to ACME. The waiter told me to keep my damn dime. The problem evolved from the poor ink that they used in their out dated cash registers. I thought the bill was $4 but it was $4.90. The next time I came into ACME he refused to wait on me and ordered me out of the resturant. The employees lied to a friend of mine to cover up their rudeness and told him that I cursed and never tipped. I came prove that they are liars. I had another incident in the resturant a year ago with another waiter that was ranting and raving about his car and slamming doors and threatened me. Later this waiter was fired for assualting a elder lady and stealing, but they told my friend I had several run in at the cantina to lie to their boss. I am a diabled American Vet that does not drink. I think they don’t like serving
We chose Poogan’s Porch not only for the delicious choices we found on their menu when searching online, but also for the history of its location and the ghost stories that come along with it. We had a 5 pm reservation, arrived at 4:55 and the first thing we were told is they wouldn’t be seating for a bit because it wasn’t 5 o’clock. I thought that odd since the restaurant was completely empty with the servers standing around doing nothing. When we commented on the fact that it was 4:55 she said she didn’t realize the time and seated us immediately. The atmosphere was very quaint and we were seated near the cozy fireplace. The room was cold and drafty; yes, even in Charleston it can get chilly. The bathrooms were also cold and not very well cared for. Our waitress was friendly enough but seemed preoccupied in other thoughts. We inquired about the ghost history there and she did not want to tell us anything about it. We asked how long she had worked there and were told 18 years
This small throwback to a time when diners truly enjoyed their meals, not just for the food, but also for the company and the atmosphere, is a pure delight. There were simple chalkboards on the wall that display the day’s delectable specials. High back wooden chairs tucked underneath heavy wooded tabletops draped with brown paper. The aroma of fresh brewed coffee and homemade sausage patties, that tickles your noise as if an imaginary mist formed a hand and was slowly giving your senses a ‘come hither’ motion. It was Sunday morning…the day of all days for brunch. And this was our day. At the table, my wife had instantly decided on one of the specials…an avocado omelet. Harkening from the west coast, this was an ingredient my wife was accustomed to which was rarely used in this region. My grandmother, an ex-diner operator and cook herself, opted for the more traditional country breakfast with bacon, as did I, with the exception that I chose the restaurants homemade sausage. Not having p
