top o’ the morning at bluerose cafe

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Where does one go for breakfast at 7:30 am on a Saturday Christmas Eve?  We found ourselves asking exactly that question this past weekend, when the Gravy Baby’s 6:00 am wake-up call meant that everyone at our house was twiddling their thumbs an hour later and looking for something to nosh.  Thanks to Yelp, we landed on the Bluerose Cafe, which met our two only requirements: it was relatively close to home, and it was open.

As it turns out, the Bluerose is a little bit Irish and a lot like walking onto the set of a diner in a TV show.  The food didn’t necessarily provide us any sort of culinary revelation, but the characters around us provided us with plenty of nourishment.  Sometimes it’s just nice to go somewhere where everyone wants to know your name.


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My sister likes tea at the Bluerose

I’ve always imagined it’d be fun to go to a place that felt just like some of those classic American diners I’ve seen on TV, like the Peach Pit or Luke’s Diner or The Max.  The Bluerose comes pretty close to a real-life version of those places.  Diners greeted each other like old friends.  The decor was basic but welcoming.  Our server, Jamie, wanted to know the Gravy Baby’s name, and pretty soon everyone, even other customers, were calling out to him.

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As for the eats, the menu had pretty standard breakfast fare with an Irish twist.  I had the homemade corned-beef hash (pictured at top), which came with my choice of eggs (poached, of course, because hash just isn’t worth eating in my book unless there’s a runny yolk on top), grits, and an Irish scone.  The hubby enjoyed his no-frills omelet, and my sister ordered a dish called the Irish Man, which consisted of two rosemary-scented potato cakes topped with an apple-cranberry compote.

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The food was pretty good, but the real reason why I think a return visit to the Bluerose is in the cards for us is because of its people.  Many of the patrons chatted across tables and made the rounds in the restaurant while waiting for their food, and I don’t know many restaurants around that leave you feeling like you just ate a meal at someone’s house.  With full bellies and some good stories, it was a good way to kick off our Christmas holiday.

Bluerose Cafe | 652 Saint Andrews Blvd. | Charleston, SC
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