On King Street, the line outside Halls Chophouse at 434 King St, Charleston rarely behaves like a line at all. It feels more like a standing ovation that begins before anyone even opens the front door.
I’ve joined that crowd on warm nights and chilly ones, and every time the same anticipation settles in, jazz slipping through the entrance, a soft amber glow from inside, and the quiet understanding that something memorable is waiting beyond the threshold.
People don’t wait here out of habit…