Our quest for the Lowcountry's best handmade burgers takes us to Plums...

“Anybody who doesn't think that the best hamburger place in the world is in his hometown is a sissy.”

- Calvin Trillin, The New Yorker

When I was a kid the concept of “fast food” was still barely in its infancy – in fact, it wasn’t even out of the cradle. The Golden Arches had yet to lead the fast food conquest of America (much less the rest of the globe). Towering corporate logos were still years away from gathering in ubiquitous clusters at every interstate exit. The American Hamburger was still something we ordered at hometown diners.

Our search for The Lowcountry’s best handmade burgers continues... at Wren.

 Jules: You know what they call a Quarter Pounder with cheese in France?

Brett: No.

Jules: Tell 'em, Vincent.

Vincent: A Royale with cheese.

Jules: A Royale with cheese! You know why they call it that?

Brett: Because of the metric system?

Jules: Check out the big brain on Brett!

- from Quentin Tarentino’s “Pulp Fiction”