<p>&quot;Come on out and let me show you something.&quot;</p><p>I was hastily packing up the stroller, rushing to get the kids out of the restaurant before they made a scene. (We were at a place called S.N.O.B., after all.) So then this man, in Chef whites and a moustache, smiled at me and helped me leave the restaurant, I just assumed he was trying to get me out of there quickly. I couldn&#39;t blame him, really. Faster turnover equals faster profits. Plus, I had small children with me.</p><p>&quot;Would you take a look at that!&quot; He said, pointing upwards.</p><p>I looked up. What on earth was he talking about? God? The gaslight? What?</p><p>&quot;I planted that Jasmine ten years ago! Can you smell that? Bet you don&#39;t get those up north!&quot;</p><p><a href="http://everydaytreats.frogandsnail.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef013480f2a472970c-pi.jpg"><img alt="IMG_0827" border="0" class="asset asset-image at-xid-6a00d8341db04e53ef013480f2a472970c " src="http://everydaytreats.frogandsnail.com/wp-content/uploads/6a00d8341db04e53ef013480f2a472970c-500pi" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; display: block;" title="IMG_0827" /></a></p><p>I couldn&#39;t believe it. The <a href="http://www.mavericksouthernkitchens.com/snob/team.html" target="_blank">executive chef</a>, the man whose distinctly mustachioed face had stared back at us from multiple press clippings hung on the restaurant walls, wanted to make small talk.</p><p>It was the start of the dinner rush. We saw them turn people away, they were so busy. </p><p>And still, he wanted to take a minute to talk gardening with a tourist. So I fought my urge to just hightail it out of there and had a lovely conversation about jasmine, fruit and grass-fed beef with the busiest person in the building.</p><p>Things are done differently down
there. I loved Charleston. Thank you for making me feel welcome! And thank you, <a href="http://nothingbutbonfires.com/" target="_blank">Holly</a>, for your generous guidance on things to do. </p><p><em>My apologies for basically dropping off the face of the internet...Our trip to to South Carolina was absolutely lovely, but coming back home after a week away was brutal. I still haven&#39;t unpacked the suitcases, though I think I can blame that on glorious weather we&#39;ve finally had here in Boston. What a great welcome home, Beantown! </em></p><p></p>
