I am a carnivore. I’m not proud of it. But I do love a good burger. And while Summertime is the right time to burn some ground beef on the George Foreman, I still prefer seeking out my burgers somewhere on-the-road in the Carolinas. Here are my 5 picks:
In Charlotte and Raleigh, I am a fan of Bad Daddy’s Burger Bar. Their Classic Southern Burger, topped with chili, American cheese, relish, mustard, and slaw, is a winner … but be sure to ask for plenty of napkins. I also enjoy the basic (and I mean basic) cheeseburger at O’Malley’s Pub in Raleigh. Basic…cheddar cheese…lettuce, tomato, pickle, mustard (no mayo) … and a side of onion rings. Oh, and a pint of Guinness. Perfection.
Many years ago, as a college student at a Big Ten school, my parents called to tell me they decided to build a house and retire in South Carolina. My first question to them was “Hilton Head or Myrtle Beach?” These were the only places I knew of in South Carolina.
Many years later, I’m raising a family and selling Greenville to newcomers’ everyday. Greenville doesn’t border a major lake, river, or ocean. It really isn’t in the mountains, but it is close. The weather isn’t tropical, nor does it have abundant amounts of snow. What Greenville does boast is being in a location where you can access the mountains, beaches, lakes and rivers all within a short drive. This convenience offers the best of all worlds, while also making Greenville an attractive place to settle down.
Did you know that the American Water Works Association performs water-tasting competitions across North America annually? I didn’t until recently when the Greenville Business Journal announced that the Greenville Water System won first place, “Best of the Best,” in a water taste test.
I’ve enjoyed the taste of our upstate water over the years, and as this article suggests, I’m not the only one who does. Now, as I’m mowing the yard and chopping up the trees that have fallen because of the violent storms that recently passed through the upstate, I’ll be comforted to know the water I’ll be quenching my thirst with is the finest available on our continent.
Art is more than just something pleasing to look at. It entertains us, but it is more than that too. It strengthens the communities we live in. Art brings culture to our communities. It brings diversity. And with that comes desirable places in which to live and relocate.
I moved to Greenville, SC, 13 years ago, and I came seeking a community strong in the arts. I double majored in Psychology and in Art. (And yes, most people hide their doodles from me for fear of my analysis!) It was important for me to find a place to live that believed in the strength that art adds to a community. While Greenville was in the infant stages of building this, I saw their vision and I knew it would happen. And it did, thanks to a wonderful organization known as MAC, Metropolitan Arts Council.
The Wall Street Journal recently published a list of the Best and Worst markets for investing in real estate. Not surprisingly, three cities in the Carolinas topped the “Best” list…Greenville, SC #9, Winston-Salem, NC #7, and Durham, NC #1. Markets that ranked highly have a low likelihood of a significant continued downward spiral in home prices; have a large percentage of jobs in government, health care, and education; and have experienced a moderate growth in income.
As a native of the Triangle Region, which includes Durham, I enjoy that city’s culture, history, and diversity. Durham, also known as the Bull City because of its bustling, 19thcentury Bull Durham tobacco factory, became the center of North Carolina’s tobacco industry following the Civil War. Ironically, it is the health care and biotech industries that have replaced tobacco as the city’s economic engines. Since its founding in 1869, Durham has grown to become the state’s fifth largest city.
I moved to Greenville in 1998. What drew me to this great place was the quaint and charming Main Street, lined with cafes, shops and delightful restaurants.
My first job when I moved here was located in a historic building right on Main Street. I was somehow lucky enough to have an office with a window that overlooked it. On Friday evenings I would open the windows and listen as the Jazz music started playing in the street.
I remember when I first moved here, people told me that just three years before you did not venture out onto Main St. The shops were few and far between, but the same thing could not be said for the crime. As a witness to a lot of this change, I am in awe of it.