Boulevard Diner

One of the most authentic diners I have ever been to. Between the view out the enormous front windows onto Coleman Boulevard, friendly waitresses, home cooked food, cheap white plastic plates, late closing time, unnecessarily large antique roadside sign, I feel confident predicting (I didn't have the appetite to test this) that they have wonderful pie.

In terms of food, eating at Boulevard Diner can only be compared to consuming a neutron star for dinner. Everything is slathered, sauced, fried, mashed, casseroled, or minced, with some dishes experiencing more than one of these processes.

Maggie and I ventured over the Ravenel to Boulevard's Mt. Pleasant location (there is also one in West Ashley) for a late bite before bed. It's not 1pm and still can't look at food.

The dense, doughy, spinach & potato pancakes came covered in a thick shrimp sauce and resembled golf balls more than pancakes. Though surprising in shape, a bit gluey and cold in the center, but they were somehow just what I expected.

Boulevard Diner keeps things simple. My "Cajun Meatloaf" turned out to be totally traditional-tasting meatloaf, but was also totally good-tasting. No fancy adjectives here. Just old-fashioned good. I asked our perky waitress why it was called "Cajun", and she confessed to be as baffled as me.

The staff did their best to sell us on the half-baked Tollhouse Pie and spiced Hummingbird Cake, but they must have known we'd turn it down based on the roughly two pounds of leftover green bean casserole and friend green tomatoes left on our plates.