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Christopher Shane

I started with the kale soup. Really, I wanted the headcheese, but my daughter claimed it. I wanted a booth, too

There was a time when a carnivorous predilection for sausages, charcuterie, and the best fried chicken livers in the Lowcountry meant a trip to East Bay Street and passage through the timeworn brick arches of venerable old chophouse High Cotton.



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