I went to college in North Carolina and spent many a weekend appreciating the finer offerings of my alma mater..mostly in the form of Biscuitville. Which is why I love any excuse to revisit my stomping grounds below the Mason Dixon line and binge on Southern delicacies.
Recently, my family traveled to Charleston for a long weekend and I was instantly reverted back to my (brief) days of Lily Pulitzer and fried chicken. We spent most of the weekend walking around the beautiful side streets, and when our feet ached, we stopped and ate.
A first on our list was Poogan’s Porch, which happened to be right across from the beautiful hotel we were staying at and next to one of my favorite bars in Charleston, Husk. It’s difficult to miss Poogan’s Porch, a beautiful yellow Victorian-style townhouse with dreamy wrap-around porches and a swell of Southerners waiting to dine.
We had the option of eating inside or out. Because the wait outside was shorter, we chose that, as I was envisioning being sat on the shaded porch. Unfortunately, we were instead sat in the back on a sweltering, shadeless patio. On any other day, it would have been beautiful. This particular Saturday was 100 degrees and I had a hangover. Regardless, we were ready to eat!
We started with biscuits and gravy, a classic. The biscuits were massive, warm, and flaky, served with a savory gravy. This start was heavy in the right way, and was totally awesome. This, and the complimentary biscuits served with whipped butter, were my favorite part of the brunch.
My mom ordered the cinnamon French toast with strawberries, pecans, powdered sugar, and bacon. This was straightforward, but yummy. I think we overdid it on the carb starter because my mom had difficult finishing this sweet dish. It was good but not memorable.
My dad and I both ordered the star of the show, the chicken and waffles, served with crispy fried chicken breasts, waffles, and blueberry Texas Pete maple syrup. This fried chicken was no joke; it was the perfect blend of crispy and juicy. I loved the spin with the thick blueberry syrup, and it had a kick, which my dad loved.
At this point, my family was taking turns rotating in the one chair that was partially shaded from a plant. We were getting desperate for a sun break. I could no longer stomach my hot waffles because of my body temperature, we had headaches all around, and I couldn’t sit there any longer without having to return to my hotel for a shower. I guess living in New York for three years makes me an amateur to Southern weather!
Despite baking in the hot Charleston sun, we really enjoyed our brunch.
The Bitches say: B+. Come here for the picturesque porch, beautiful location, and the biscuits – just pray you’re lucky enough to score a shaded table if you sit outside!
72 Queen Street
Poogan’s Porch serves brunch on Saturdays and Sundays from 9 a.m. to 2:30 p.m.