Every day can't be Easter Sunday in Beaufort

Today was a bit of a bust. I kept sort of halfheartedly leaving Beaufort, but kept sort of winding up back there. I kept sort of halfheartedly trying to get lunch, but kept sort of leaving before I got fed.

But I did manage to get some mid-afternoon fried shrimp at a gorgeous fresh seafood market and kitchen (just off the highway - better than a rest stop!).

Even better (because of how very vegetable-free my diet has been lately) (with the exception of lots and lots of delicious cole slaw) (yes, I absolutely count colwslaw), I happened across an improbable vegan restaurant on what seems like the wrong side of the tracks (if the right side of the river) in the so-clean-and-pretty-it-must-be-a-capital-city Columbia S.C. No urban hipster joint this (except it probably is their hangout). Just no pictures of the altar, please.

I got me a delicious raw kale salad with the unorthodox but appreciated addition of gourmet crackers, plus a lemon ginger something drink that I made short work of.