It’s strange how far the reach of Nantucket goes. There are times when the island feels criminally small. We all have days when we look like leather face. We’re just trying to chill and be downright gross in our own existence. Eat ice cream in your bed type of day. Try sneaking into Stop & Shop unnoticed with crooked glasses and matted hair to pick up “Half-baked” Ben and Jerry’s in this town. It’s a near impossible task.
Yet, that small town Nantucket charm is truly awe-inspiring considering its global reach. A Straight Wharf t-shirt hangs from a restaurant’s ceiling in Florence, Italy. A fan sporting a Cisco Brewers hat continuously popped up on FOX during the Cubs-Indians World Series Game 7. I ran into a summer regular in a club in Barcelona……Barcelona! Nantucket is over a thousand miles from Charleston, South Carolina but it seems all of the best places in the world have a connection to ACK if you reach far enough.
It’s is the ideal recipe for travel inspiration. Maybe it’s the slightly wrongful assumption that frozen tumbleweeds blow through the streets during the winter. The beauty of an off-season allows the perfect time period to improve your cultural savvy and brush the dust off your passport. We simply don’t have time to catch our breath in summer and fall, and as much as I love lounging in my sweatpants in the winter, Nantucket isn’t a breeding ground for the lazy. These people are millennial pioneers, world travelers and professional socializers.
People don’t find Nantucket on accident. Nantucket seems to find you and never let go.
My father’s reasoning for loving palm trees is obvious… he knows he is on vacation. I’m more of a wash elephants in a sketchy country and get lost in a temple type of guy as opposed to Pina Colada’s and funny tan lines, but I wasn’t ready to let go of summer. Cocktails will always taste better when the heat is on. Considering the only exercise I got in August was sprinting around restaurants because I didn’t stock enough cherries, or walking from bar to bar on the ACK streets, the body wasn’t ready to take on the heavy comfort foods and White Russians I usually pollute it with in the cold winter months. I figured I’d push back the workout regime and take a little Halloween vacation in Charleston before I really let the off-season resonate.
I arrived to sunny Charleston four hours before the rest of the crew. Within thirty minutes of being there I had met another Nantucket fan. I tentatively ventured away from our air bnb to hit the streets to curb my insatiable tuna burger appetite (I literally can’t write a post for blACKbook without mentioning tuna burgers). I landed at the infamous 167 Raw and I don’t remember anything else from the trip…..just kidding. This interaction would change the course of my vacation. After mingling with the staff like any good blogger would, discussing our mutual friends and our affliction for the island, the 167 boys took the ACK crew under their wings and made sure we had just as much fun as they did when they came to our neck of the woods. Proper guidance from the right people is the key to a great vacation. The combination of a deep and fascinating history, unbelievable southern cuisine integrated with world inspirations, and the young vibrant college atmosphere in an up and coming town make this city one of the best. The following are my Charleston musts.
544 King Street, Charleston
76 Queen Street, Charleston
289 East Bay Street, Charleston
495 Kings Street, Charleston
479 King Street, Charleston
126 Williman Street
480 King Street, Charleston
…AND DO THESE THREE THINGS.
10001 Back Bay Drive, Isle of Palms
3550 Ashley River Road, Charleston
3. SEE A BAND AT THE MUSIC FARM
32 Ann Street, Charleston