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The Gravy Baby's godfather and his fiancee came to visit us this past weekend. We saw no sights in town -- no antebellum mansions, no historic district shopping, no art galleries or antique shops.
In fact, the only thing I remember doing is consuming. We'd consume, stop a little to chat, and then go somewhere else to do some more consuming.
It was the perfect weekend.
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Chinese by heritage, Southern by upbringing, mom by nature. The Gravy Train is about my joyride in Charleston, SC. I eat loud and hard.