King Street
167 Raw
Twelve seats, no reservations, and a Maine-meets-Charleston raw bar that locals will queue half an hour for. Lobster roll, tuna poke, and oysters from yesterday morning's tide.
Twelve seats, no reservations, and a Maine-meets-Charleston raw bar that locals will queue half an hour for. Lobster roll, tuna poke, and oysters from yesterday morning's tide.
A North Charleston institution and a James Beard America's Classic. Smothered pork chops, lima beans, and rice that tastes like four generations of practice. Lunch only, cash king.
Mike Lata's neighborhood standard-bearer for two decades. Seasonal, ingredient-driven, and the kind of place where the fish stew alone justifies the booking.
Family-owned, white-tablecloth, and the warmest greeting in the city — the Halls family genuinely meets every guest at the door. The wagyu is famous; the Sunday gospel brunch is legendary.
A 1920s-era warehouse turned the kind of fish house that feels like it's been there forever. She-crab soup, seafood platters, and a bar where the regulars know your name by the second visit.
Explore the Menu & Make a Reservation “Equal parts neighborhood gathering place for locals and bucket list dining destination for travelers, Husk is as elegant and welcoming as the city it calls home, where life moves…
A converted body shop turned the kind of place you want to spend a Tuesday afternoon. Char-grilled oysters, fried chicken, frozè, and a backyard that hums until last call.
The grandfather of contemporary southern cooking. Shellfish over grits, fried green tomatoes, and the dining room locals book when they need to impress out-of-towners.
An 1888 Victorian house turned beloved brunch spot. The biscuits are the size of your fist. Allegedly haunted by Zoe St. Amand. We say: stay for a second mimosa and decide for yourself.
Mike Lata's other masterpiece: a bank-turned-fish-house with marble columns and the freshest raw bar in town. Sit at the counter and let them feed you.