While Meghan and I were walking along the little roads and alleys along Bay Street, I kept muttering to myself that this is one of the best places I’ve ever been. Every door we passed was either an art gallery, some snug bar, an upscale restaurant, or played some role in the early days of the country itself.

For example, we passed this tiny building that stood out due to its pastel hue, a bright pink. It was an art gallery. I got home and read that this little building is probably the oldest tavern in the country, being built in the 1690s.  You can buy a painting in the same building that the Low Country elite socialized in over 300 years ago. That’s history. And conveniently enough it is called the Pink House.

Tonight we at at Slightly North of Broad (or SNOB for short) and I was thoroughly impressed. I had the grilled pork tenderloin over chutney with smoked apples with a glass of sangria and Meghan had the barbeque tuna. It was easily one of the best meals I’ve had. The service was spot-on and the atmosphere was great. The entire time there was a good experience.

Tomorrow, we are going to sleep in a little and then hit the town and do a little shopping and a lot of wandering around. We’re debating about watching the UNC game or not, but we’ll just see how that goes. We could probably find a sports bar, but we are firmly in Gamecock country so that could be interesting. Then tomorrow evening is the Ryan Adams concert which I’m fairly pumped about.

For now, time for bed.