Okay, so the waves down here have been crap lately and I am still adapting to the South, since I am living here now as a Native Marylander by way of San Diego.... This morning, my neighbor shot 2 wild boars on his property, butchered them down, brought them to my restaurant and I had our chef dry rub and then slow roast the ribs and tenderloins. On my way to his house on the water for a Clemson BBQ and low country party... Complete with moonshine.... yes, PBJ, moonshine, mason jars and all. It's different down here, but g** dam*it, its pretty beautiful.
sounds pretty fun compared to fish tacos and Corona's. Gotta love the Low Country, I know I sure did during my time there.
Southeast is like nowhere else.. being from Georgia southern hospitality is a major part of our lives. Its pretty much unspoken around here.. its just how you are supposed to act and it feels good to be treated and treat people the right way.. although the waves are sucking hard right now i wouldnt wanna live anywhere else!
I know of a kid locked up 2 years for drinking moonshine out of a mason jar in a parking lot at Phish in Alphretta. Is that southern hospitality?
I think half of the population of New Jersey, New York and Michigan are in Florida. There is no more Southern hospitality down here, nope it's all attitude now.
We get by on grouper and stone crab down here. How far south do you want to talk. South, south Fl, south America?
Dude, everyone knows that Phish show parking lot circuses are like shooting fish in a barrel for cops. That kid was obviously an idiot and needed to be removed from society for a bit.
I believe that. It's kind of a bummer. The last time I was in Fla. I went fishing. We met a nice couple in the lobby as we were about to go fish, they gave us a ride to the tackle shop (10 min) and offered to pick us up when we were done!! I wanted to rent a rod (I know that's uncommon) and the guys at the tackle shop just loaned me one of theirs!! When we were done fishing we met a younger fella back at the tackle shop and he offered us a ride back to the hotel, we took it!!! We made him stop at the liquor store because he wouldn't take money. We pretended it was for us, but the dude wound up with a 12 of his favorite beer. I never met any of these people nor did they know of me in any way. This would never happen in NJ and why I appreciate southern hospitality. Ps not my only good southern experience btw. I've been down that way a few times.
Doug your right, when I wrote that I did make it sound like everyone down here had attitude, but that's not true, a true southerner like myself, is still very respective and that will never change. There is still southern hospitality but sometimes you have to flee the bigger cities to find it...just like anywhere else.
Come to Charleston. Our cuisine is on the top of many culinary lists. Many of our chefs end up ranked among the best in the nation. I have been to NYC, San Francisco, and Chicago, but I still think the low country could rank up there with the best foodie areas.
I've experienced what you're talking about, but "southern hospitality" is not limited to the SE or southern portion of the US. One can find it all over the US - even in the cities and other countries. I've experienced this in my travels and over the course of my life. Be friendly, treat people with respect, and give them the benefit of the doubt. Don't be too quick to judge others - especially if you're the stranger. The old Golden Rule still applies. Some of the nicest folks I've ever met were in Australia, the Midwest US, California, and even Wash. DC. The Brits and Filipinos I've met were nice folks too.
Well said. Also, and some may disagree, the French. I know, I know, the stereotypical they-hate-Americans rude Frog cliches. I didn't get that at all when I surfed in Hossegor & Biarritz & Hendaye. Seems to me that you get back what you put out, a la The Golden Rule. I realize that I may have just jeopardized my rep here. OK, back to hating the woodchuck troll posse & the Maine latex rapist & the van-driving, hayzeus-belching wascally wabbit wayne the insane.
Grown men prancing around hospitably like the dandies of yesteryear, purporting a reputation for toughness and lofty ideals nonetheless.
