My table was in High Cotton.

That's a southern phrase that means the best of times, which these are not. But on a vacation night in Charleston, South Carolina, High Cotton, the restaurant, was standing tall.

Charleston has become a foody city, a vacation destination for folks who like to eat.

At High cotton, my meal was lettuce wedge (my first iceberg in a while) and blue cheese; broiled grouper on a bed of sauteed spinich; and key lime tort. Entrees start at about $20 for hearty, southern style meals in an atmosphere of brick walls, wood floors, a stack of wine glasses on the table — and a sign that says: Livin' Large and Steppin' High.

Nice image.