"Glory is fleeting, but barbecue is forever."
– Napoleon Bonaparte (rumored)

It hits you even before you open the door – the sweet aroma of wood smoke mingled with pork fat whispering promises of tasty things to come. It doesn't take much to pique our appetites, having waited long past the lunch rush to invade Smokin' Planks in the heart of Port Royal.

Where Are They? We Must Ask

He’s a hustler, he has to be, the last cash he saw from selling oysters went out with the tide on May 15th, but he finds a way. He has been on the water since he was five. There are fish to broker, mushrooms to forage, herbs to grow and barter with. There are lawns to cut and a hundred other little labors to help stem the tide, so he can keep his life on the water. He does it all while still tending his oyster beds - raking, grooming, breaking, shuttling the wild oysters to prepare for the day when the season opens again.