Um, so I met Sean Brock. (insert squeals of happiness here.)
Since it was my parent-in-law’s 42nd anniversary and we were in Isle of Palms for the week I suggested we all go. Being that they had NO IDEA what Husk was or who Chef Brock was in the grand culinary landscape, I sort of drug them there with promises of greatness. My fingers were crossed they’d like it since before we left I read the reviews and they were 50/50. Turns out if you are a steak and potatoes person and go into a restaurant and order your main course and a water, then this is not your place, but if you love to graze the menu, and sit back with a drink while you are swept away by things your taste buds couldn’t have even imagined then guess what? Bingo.
We got there a little early and grabbed a drink in the Husk bar, which is next door to the restaurant. A glass of Cab in hand, I wandered behind the restaurant where we ran into Sous Chef Air (her name is Air…like the stuff you breathe).
My father-in-law chatted it up with her and told her I was a food blogger. Air gave our family the grand tour of the prep kitchen and meat locker/cooler which were both full of chefs at work. A delivery truck baring fresh veggies had just pulled up out front and staff were running back and forth with beans and corn and assorted other produce for the night’s fare.
The restaurant sources everything from the South…methodology and ingredients. They are hard core about it too.
Air gave me the top secret location for her pride and joy, the preserved food closet (which I slunk off to find after dinner to take a pic). It’s her specialty at the restaurant and she beamed when she ran down the list of the contents of the mason jars.
I can’t even begin to describe the quality or quantity of food we consumed, but God help me, I’m going to try.
We started off with Southern Fried Chicken Skins with Husk Hot Sauce and Honey. Don’t you make that gaggy face at me! I chose this one because I knew if anyone knew how to pull off a fried chicken skin, this Chef would. They were salty and well seasoned and fried so crispy. I drizzled them with the hot sauce and honey and passed them around the table. The hubs and his dad ordered oysters. No surprises there. My mother-in-law ordered Fried Green Tomatoes with Tennessee Cheddar Pimento Cheese and House Cured Ossabaw Country Ham. She took one bite and got all squinty eyed and blissful. She stayed that way for the rest of the night.
My daughter ordered a small cast iron skillet of Smokey Benton’s Bacon Cornbread which she proceeded to inhale minus a few small pieces which me managed to pry away from her with much protest. We were all like greedy monkeys!
The hubs and his dad ordered Texas Wagyu Sirloin, Pan Fried Confit Potatoes and a Warm Pole Beana and Oyster Mushroom “Salad” sitting in Marrow Ju. Salty, perfectly cooked, melt in your mouth tender…
and more cornbread (the only thing we took home with us… the only thing left!) We were so STUFFED! How can four adults possibly put away that much food!
Hands down best meal ever. It topped any restaurant experience we have had in our 15 years together.