Butcher & Bee & late night
Finally made it to the late night menu at Butcher and Bee. S and I were peckish after a night of mid- to high-brow Charleston activities including fancy wine at the Mini Bar and whiskey + jazz at The Mezz.
We split a roasted eggplant Bahn Mi which was tres bon indeed. The eggplant was slightly under cooked which was not necessarily a bad thing once you sort of got into it and opened to the experience of the full flavor of eggplant. The spice and the pickles and the cilantro seemed to occupy their own little zones which was something else that was interesting and good once your brain came around to the idea. Everything was very good but somehow didn't mash together. New perspectives! My dining partner and I pretty much inhaled the sandwich. Although it was a classic Charleston night with a moon, we decided to sit inside so that we could listen to the house music. I don't know if it was just the fact that it was so late or if I was projecting but there was a slight tinge of darkness in the atmosphere. It felt a little like a David Lynch film. The place had just the right amount of people. And people were talking. But something was slightly askew.
S was ready to go as soon as she took the last bite.
Butcher & Bee, I salute you. "You stay alive baby, do it for Van Gogh."
