Straight off a plane from New York, we drove from the Charleston Airport to the Summerton Diner for meat-and-three. It was the height of lunch hour; the girls were short-handed – two of them managed the counter and all the tables as well as take-out orders – and we were ravenous. The meal took no longer than an hour, start to finish, but as we waited for sweet tea and a bread basket, we found ourselves in the agitated state of hungry impatience that we so often bring with us from the Northeast when we head south. A few sips of tea, a sniff of the steamy insides of a warm biscuit, and we began to relax. When the partitioned plates piled with food arrived, serenity was ours!

![]() Collard Greens
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![]() Baked Chicken Supreme
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![]() Fresh Rutabagas
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![]() Baked Ham
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![]() Macaroni & Cheese
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![]() Stewed Apples
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![]() Sweet Tea
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