Bowen's Island restaurant burned down.

This restaurant was one of my favorites in Charleston. It was actually outside of Charleston, down a winding dirt road on a small island. You ordered seafood in a shack, ate it on a picnic table on the dock and paid afterwards in cash. It had one of the most beautiful views of any restaurant I've ever seen.

"The dingy interior, with its graffiti-filled walls, nickel jukebox, collection of old television sets and no-frills service, struck a chord with generations of patrons who came again and again for the crusty ambience and mouth- watering oysters."