Fast and French
Fast and French. A phrase that was burned on my brain early, thanks to Phillipe. He was a French exchange student, exiled to the town where I grew up during our teen years. He developed a crush on my next door neighbor and exhibited this amour by repeatedly inviting her to the cee-nee-ma. After about twenty plaintive requests, she finally agreed to visit the movies with him, where he proceeded to put the Fast, French moves on her.
With this story in mind, I almost did a double-take when my office moved into a building on Charleston’s Broad Street in the mid-90′s. Gaulart and Maliclet, aka Fast and French, preened its tasty wares right next door. I wandered over there almost every day to buy a can of Dr Brown’s Black Cherry Soda and/or to nibble on a baguette with French cheese.
Heck, I think that place TAUGHT me about French cheese.
Fast and French is now one of MTM’s and my ‘places.’ We try to have lunch in this uber-local establishment once a week. The black topped counters are the perfect back drop for the daily special. Or soup and French cheese. Or the veggie pizza croissant. Or the roast beast, hot, with French mustards. Always with a glass of wine (me) and a mug of *ahem* “French tea” (MTM).
If you’re ever in Charleston, Fast and French is a dining experience that is not to be missed. We made time for it during the War of 1812 Symposium. It is an easy walk from the Old Exchange and the Fireproof Building.
If you ever visit Charleston, Fast and French is open every day except Sunday. To view their hours, menu, specials and other events, follow this link. The four o’clock snack is at the top of my list. And the shrimp toast. And the fondue. And…….
This post is part of a series on Charleston, South Carolina, the place I consider my hometown. A local’s-eye-view. Take notes, potential visitors. The first post in the series is here, the second post is here, the third post is here, the fourth post is here, the fifth post is here and the sixth post is here.