I grew up in South Carolina, but in Greenville, which is in the northwestern corner of the state, basically. Myrtle Beach, and where our condo is in Cherry Grove, is four or more hours away, in what we always called “The Lowcountry”.
Some things here remind me of my hometown, like the polite residents, and the fact that you can get a “meat and three” at lots of restaurants . But there’s always been this kind of weirdness about this area of the state to me. They play by their own, different rules, it seems.
Take the first photo here for example. Where else could you find a place named “Tar Baby’s”? The sign on the door even said “De Tar Baby say “Come on in, ya’ll!”. When I first saw the sign, my mouth just dropped open. It’s sad that racist images like this still exist. Their sweet tea was good, but I felt , I don’t know, a little “dirty” eating there. The whole theme kinda gave me a queasy feeling.
The next example is the KNIFE CASE from the old boardwalk arcade. Yes, you can redeem your tickets from skee ball and the like and “win” one of these many knives.
Only in Myrtle Beach, folks.
Finally, here’s a little statue I found for sale in the wonderful Gay Dolphin. There was so much weirdness in this store, that it was hard to pick just one thing to show you. But, I think that this is a fairly good example of the sheer insanity on display there. Yes, it’s a little gnome. Leaning on a… FLASHLIGHT???? I have no idea why. And it’s not a lampstand or anything. There’s NO REASON for him to be beside a flashlight that I can tell. The sheer randomness of this really struck me. It was so cool, I almost purchased it.