Charleston is a sleepy southern town that takes it Sunday brunch as serious as any other city, perhaps even more so. The Charleston food scene is in the middle of a bit of a renaissance period with new chefs and restauranteurs flocking to it’s streets. But the city hasn’t lost sight of those classic establishments that have always elevated Charleston cuisine. Poogan’s Porch is an institution and a tourist attraction in it’s own right. Some say the restaurant is haunted by one of the house’s most famous resident, Poogan the dog. To get the full story you’ll just have to stop in yourself. Trust me, this is a must eat for anyone visiting Charleston.
Any restaurant that opens it’s doors during the brunching hour simply has to have proper biscuits to serve and delight it’s patrons. Poogan’s Porch is no exception. Their biscuits are fluffy, piping hot, and large enough to be a side dish all on their own. Slathering as much butter and jam as possible on one side at the beginning of your meal, and then using the second half to sop your plate at the end of your meal would be my recommendation, but feel free to enjoy in any way you see fit.
Every breakfast and brunch joint has the classic two egg breakfast offering. My mom went this route on our last trip to Poogan’s since she loves eggs. The home fries were so delicious that I had to steal some for myself. We even took some of the sausage home with us so my dad could experience how insanely good it was too. The two egg plate is a classic for a reason, and Poogan’s Porch nails it for even the most traditional of breakfast palates.
The morning of our last visit, I was feeling a little adventurous. At first I was leaning towards the Chicken & waffles, because YUM, but when I read the description for the french toast, I was sold. I mean, champagne macerated raspberries. I don’t even know what that means, but I know I want some. I’m not typically a huge french toast fan (it’s a bit heavy for me) but I could not get enough of this dish. I will definitely be going back for a repeat next time I’m back home in Charleston.