In the second installment featuring some of Kristen and my food adventures during our recently visit to Charleston, I wanted to share one of THE highlights of our trip: Husk.
After our ghost tour, we were starving, and since we received many suggestions from those that had already visited the city, we had a lot of food options to choose from. We decided to try to get into Husk, a restaurant many told us was close to impossible to eat at without a reservation. Well, we proved them wrong. Upon entering, we asked how long for a table for two, and were immediately brought into the dining room. Woo hoo!
Husk is known for its use of southern local ingredients. And it’s so proud of this that the restaurant features a large wooden board at the entrance that showcases all of its ingredients and where they came from.
But I digress … onto the food. The menu changes daily–but don’t be disappointed if something I mention in this post isn’t featured on the night you check it out for yourself. After eating here, I’m pretty sure no matter what you order will be delicious. We started with the burrata with pimento cheese, heirloom tomatoes, and black-eyed peas, and a seafood crudo with jalapeno, onion, watermelon, and tomatoes. The seafood crudo was light and fresh, and the perfect start to the meal. We had tried pimento cheese for the first time that morning, and were pretty into it, so when we cut into the burrata and the pimento cheese oozed out, we knew we were in for a treat. All I can say is yum yum and more yum.
Then it was on to the main meal. I wanted to get a truly southern dish, so I went with the cornmeal dusted catfish, with sweet corn, lima beans, charred yellow squash and zucchini, and cherry tomatoes. Kristen ordered the wreckfish with chanterelles and peaches. And we couldn’t leave without having some cheesy grits. My catfish was everything I thought it would be: crispy on the outside and flaky on the inside. And that corn and lima bean succotash was heaven. I had a bite of Kristen’s fish with the mushrooms and peaches and it was divine as well. And those grits … well, they came in a little skillet and I devoured them. And I don’t even feel bad about it.
We wished we could nibble on some dessert, but alas, we were stuffed (but not so stuffed that we couldn’t stop by Husk’s low key bar next door for a drink).
If you haven’t already figured it out, we adored Husk. We adored everything about it. And for all those that said it was impossible to get in, I can see why. If you can call in advance, I highly recommend it. But if not, this place is WELL worth the wait.