Walking into the bar at Sweetgrass is like taking a step back in time. There's a classic feel to the room like a beach house from a long ago family vacation back in the days of wood paneled station wagons and transistor radios.
A Lowcountry Weekly Guide to bar hopping the Historic District PART ONE: THE WATERFRONT Story and photos by Mark Shaffer
“The Hitch-Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy”… says that the best drink in existence is the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster, the effect of which is like having your brains smashed out with a slice of lemon wrapped round a large gold brick. – Douglas Adams, The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy
I've not noticed the Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster on any local cocktail menus recently, but I'm guessing that if you walked into to some of these establishments and ordered one, you might just get it – or a reasonable facsimile thereof. Beaufort is, after all, known to be a quaint little drinking village with a fishing problem. That means there are plenty of options to consider when cocktail hour rolls around and quite a few more that open considerably earlier.
The first thing you notice as you walk into the Spaghetti Club is the gorgeous pine bar and the rustic mass that frames it. This time-worn collection of brick, board and plank looks as if it might have once served in some ancient and storied Lowcountry watering hole – a speakeasy, perhaps – rescued from the wrecking ball to be pieced back together on this genteel corner of Habersham.
"Twas a woman who drove me to drink. I never had the courtesy to thank her." – W.C. Fields
The origin of the Margarita is as cloudy as a shot of cheap mescal, but two stories have endured over the years with three things in common: women, tequila and Mexico.
Burgers like the ones that pack the house each Wednesday night at Maggie's are way beyond the ordinary. What Chef Wilson & Company craft to order and commit to the plate has as much in common with the average fast food product as a Ferrari does with a Toyota Camry. They both may be automobiles, but the similarities end there. The hamburger is the classic American food, and every Maggie's burger is an extravagant homage to that classic. So why wash it down with something . . . ordinary?