Erin Perkins

I always assume the bartender or server has more knowledge about the wine and menu than I do, but then I remember I also was once an arrogant 20-year-old waiting tables that couldn’t be bothered to learn the wine list.

If the DNC didn’t play Petey Pablo for NC, I was going to lose it.

I don’t get offended too often, but when the Uber driver switches the radio to country upon my entrance, I feel like I’ve gone wrong somewhere in my life.

Last summer, a rep for Fra'mani reached out to announce a nationwide mortadella sandwich competition. Now, every menu has mortadella. That PR company did its job. (I still don't like mortadella though)

This time of year, I plan my walks to take advantage of any mulberries, loquats, or pineapple guava flowers dangling over sidewalks.

This downtown street Waffle House in Wilmington is blowing my mind. What is a Waffle House without a parking lot and ramp full of employees smoking cigarettes? https://t.co/pKQaG5oSjv

I'm still thinking about the 1,200 pounds of cheese trapped in the Culinary Village due to flooding. Were they able to rescue it?

I just had to leave a party bc my lower back was convulsing due to the combo of concrete floors and high heels. I never thought this would happen, but here I am.

I heard the word "pannier" in a podcast and realized I've been mispronouncing this word my whole life — not that I talk about panniers often.

Wore vintage Pucci tonight and no one complimented me. Charleston is over.

Whoever did the costuming on Death and Other Details killed it. That vintage DVF? Perfect.

If there’s one thing Charlestonians do, it’s to go to NYC to meet up with other people who live in Charleston (and who we don’t normally see there).

Someone next to me just ordered an espresso martini with gin. Huh?