The cuisine is exquisite in Charleston.  I mean, the food is good, real good.  My waistline is a tell-tale sign of living the high life, and I don’t intend to leave any restaurant untried.  I have my favorites and I surely don’t mind a repeat performance, but I’m game to try any establishment once. 

We held off as long as we could to make reservations at The Peninsula Grill, but Sunday night we experienced a gastric extravaganza.  From the first glass of wine, to the chocolate torte there was little conversation other than ummm and ahhh.  Larry and Katherine were with us for the evening and we had a fine time.  The dining room is beautiful, the wait staff is beautiful, and the presentation is beautiful….!  Our dinners were served with much fan-fair by 4 waiters who swooped gracefully through the dining room and placed our plates down at exactly the same time.  How often does that happen?  Fresh napkins appeared each time someone got up from the table, and crumbs were discretely brushed away from the crisp linens. 

We held our own, dressed well- healed and didn’t spill our wine. 

It was a class act.