Charleston Candy Kitchen
Let's just completely spoil the ending and let you know that our experience at Charleston Candy Kitchen ends with the phrase, "I can't believe you bathed yourself in a fountain."
|Nope, Not That One...|
|Way to Annoy Vodka, #32: DON'T HAVE BEST THING I EVER ATE DISH IMMEDIATELY AVAILABLE|
|In the Meantime, Apparently We Should Help Ourselves to Some Store-Brand Candy|
In Charleston Candy Kitchen, "soon" means "maybe possibly sort of finished in 3 hours."
We have a long night ahead of us.
|The Fact That They're Missing An O Is The Smallest Problem With This Bulletin Board|
Where are we?!
|Things That Make No Sense, Charleston Edition|
The whole place is, in essence, confusing.
|Every Treat You Can Imagine... Shipped Across State Lines from Georgia|
|If You're Going to Make Such a Big Deal of Your Free Pralines, HAND THEM OVER|
|Note: The "Sample" We Received Was About 1/16th Of This Size|
|The Equivalent of Lucy Ricardo's Candy Kitchen|
So we leave. And then we come back. And guess what?
STILL NO APPLES.
We go back to our old friend and ask about the apples, and she now seems resigned to the fact that she is not going to get rid of us easily. When she confirms that the apples are still not -- and seemingly not even close to -- being ready, Vodka (ever the queen of patience) says that she will take one of the peanut one behind the counter.
|"As A Matter of Fact, Just Hand Us a Granny Smith and a Wrapped Caramel and We'll Make Do"|
Knowing it will be fruitless to ask when "later" is, exactly, we go to dinner and return a full three hours later.
And the apples are -- believe it or not -- "ready." The quotation marks are intentional.
|Real Live Caramel Apples|
|TURN AROUND, BUDDY|
|We Almost Definitely Could Have Made Them Ourselves in Less Time|
Also, being that our hotel room is devoid of a mini-fridge, this hardening process should be "interesting."
|We Are Nothing If Not Resourceful|
Diet Coke glances back and forth between the gargantuan, sticky apple and Vodka's earnest expression before blurting out, "Fork?! What are we going to do with a fork?!"
Touche, Diet Coke.
|Come to Think of It, the Knife Is Pretty Useless, Too|
And if it is not clear, WE HATE MESSY.
|Scenic Caramel Apple Consumption Surroundings...|
|...Hideous Caramel Apple Itself|
And the thing almost breaks our teeth.
|We're Going to Charge Charleston Candy Kitchen for Our Dental Bills|
|Question: If the Caramel Had Actually Hardened, How Would We EVER Have Bitten This Thing?!|
|Another Knife Lost to the Process|
|Are You Pleased With What You've Done To Us, Apple?!|
|It's Time to Pull It Back Together, Charleston|
And it isn't Savannah's.
Charleston Candy Kitchen's Caramel Apple: 1 star