BLIND TIGER

38 Broad St.
577-0088

The enigmatic term “blind tiger” describes a secret hooch rendezvous. A part of Lowcountry lore since 1803, the Blind Tiger on Broad Street has survived several ill-fated stints of prohibition to be passed down from one generation of good, upstanding tipplers to the next. On any given Saturday, the crowd can be festooned in both black tie regalia and camouflage, as this beloved locals’ bar plays host to the after-party and after-shooting folks. The college kids are also big fans, although pity the young lass who dares wear UGGS with her micro jean skirt to this old-school watering hole. The horror! While the legendary tiger has yet to make his appearance, a giant mounted boar’s head keeps guard over the bar. Thanksgiving is perhaps the Tiger’s premier week, when scores of uprooted natives and those out looking for a good time all descend upon this dark nook that remains open every day of the year. They deep-fried turkeys — a self-deemed “orphans’ dinner”– out back in the walled courtyard, where the spire of St. Phillip’s Cathedral, the sound of cars traveling across nearby cobblestones, free-standing heaters, and palmetto bugs of mythic proportions create an ambiance that is second to none. Daily happy hour is 5-8 p.m., and special pricing includes $3.50 well drinks and $2.25 domestics. Live blues play every night from 6-9 p.m. and Shonn Tapley, the mighty drink slinger, is always at the ready with a tumbler of bourbon. –Ida Becker