We here at the City Paper are as gung-ho for local businesses as unicorns are for rainbows, sunbeams, and happy thoughts. Now, don't get us wrong. We don't have anything against the national chains and the big-boxes. We can't resist a good deal. But the mom-and-pop shops are risking it all to make our lives just a little bit better. And when you buy local, well, that money, more or less, stays local, unlike in the case of the corporate giants, where a good portion of that money goes somewhere else. Heaven forbid it's Ohio. As with previous Best of Charleston issues, when a national chain beats out a local competitor in the Readers' Picks, we have also noted a local runner up. No disrespect is intended to the nationals. This year we've also added a few new categories, like Best Food Truck and Best Johns Island Restaurant and Bar.
Once upon a time, Jack — a young man of humble birth whose ancestors had never quite saved up enough to warrant a family name worth remembering — found himself before the Constable. Sworn to uphold the law in this quaint seaside town, the Constable twisted the corner of his mustache as Jack stood before him, dressed in tattered sackcloth barely fit for a worn-out mare put to pasture, no less a man. — Dustin Waters