At Circe’s Grotto, just off the College of Charleston campus, a surfboard hangs in the window above the simple sign: Lunch Now Being Served. There’s little seating inside — just a few tables outside where students gather between classes. On quiet afternoons, when the street is still, this small corner feels like Charleston at its most familiar — sun, simplicity, and the promise of something good to eat.
At Circe’s Grotto, just off the College of Charleston campus, a surfboard hangs in the window above the simple sign: Lunch Now Being Served. There’s little seating inside — just a few tables outside where students gather between classes. On quiet afternoons, when the street is still, this small corner feels like Charleston at its most familiar — sun, simplicity, and the promise of something good to eat.