By this point in Vodka's trip to Charleston, she is sure that Ginger is going to be devastated for missing out. Why?
She has stumbled into a place called "The Gin Joint."
|Eat Your Heart Out, Ginger|
In actuality, the trip takes twelve seconds. Get it together, Google.
|With This Kind of Shoddy Information, Who Can We Trust Anymore?!|
|Waiter, I Think This Is the Beginning of a Beautiful Friendship|
|Um, Is This Gin or a Club Soda?|
|Bonus Points Would Have Been Given Had It Also Included the Words "Bread" and "Salt"|
|Saved By the Bread|
|"Why Are There So Many Knives?" "Must Be Southern Thing." "They're Exactly the Same!"|
|Butter of the Gods|
Until, that is, we actually take a bite.
|Here's a Hint: Things Are About to Go Downhill|
The cheese is cold.
|And Also Hidden Amongst a Thousand Triangles, But Mostly COLD|
|PS This Presentation Is a Mess|
|Anyone Have Any Spare Velveeta?|
|The Wontons Are Waving the White Flag of Surrender|
|First the Gin and Now the Cheese? Come ON, Magnolias|
|Creamy Sauce = Instant Improvement Over Everything|
|Cream of Wheat, Southern-Style|
|That's Some Impressively Sized Chicken You've Got There|
|Apparently, We Should Have Just Called This Trip the "Fried Chicken and Grits Tour"|
|Three Hours Later, We're Still Plowing Through|
If only they would learn to microwave their cheese.
Magnolias's Pimento Cheese with Flatbread: 3 stars