Nothing Could Be Finer: A Breakfast Tour of Spartanburg

Nothing Could Be Finer: A Breakfast Tour of Spartanburg

By James Yeh, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project. In her poem “Angels of the Love Affair,” Anne Sexton memorably writes, "Once I called breakfast the sexiest meal of the day.” Sex appeal aside, breakfast is alive and well in Spartanburg—diners, in particular. My girlfriend and I, both visiting from New York, took a breakfast tour around Spartanbur

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Strawberry Hill USA

Strawberry Hill USA

Strawberry Hill USA, a great place to buy strawberries and peaches and enjoy family fun, sits on over 1,000 acres of rolling farmland in Chesnee, SC, in the northwestern part of Spartanburg County.The farm is only an hour from Charlotte: take Exit 92 off Highway 85 and then proceed west along the Cherokee Foothills Scenic Highway (Highway 11), till you see the meticulous fi

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The Fish Camp Experience

The Fish Camp Experience

By Jeremy L. C. Jones, produced in cooperation with the HubCity Writers Project.The Flounder Fish Camp doesn't look like much. It's nothing fancy inside or out. Most fish camps aren't. They're not supposed to be.The Flounder is out of the way—off Interstate 26, northwest of the city of Spartanburg, at 160 Barbado Lane. It's a relatively plain stucco rectangle with bro

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Brewing Beer in Downtown’s Grain District

Brewing Beer in Downtown’s Grain District

By Jodie Free, HubCity Writers Project I came to Spartanburg on a summer internship from my graduate school in Oxford, Mississippi, and during the three months that I lived there, RJ Rockers beer became a staple of my diet, and the brewery became one of my favorite places to be downtown. Founded in 1997 by head brewer and New Jersey native Mark Johnsen, RJ Rockers is a microb

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Dottie’s Toffee

Dottie’s Toffee

By Betsy Teter, HubCity Writers Project. Updated for accuracy in June 2019.My introduction to Dottie’s Toffee came at a dinner party on Spartanburg’s eastside when one of the hostesses brought a plate of flat, caramel-colored sweets from the kitchen and placed it on the table in front of me. “It’s the food of the Gods, y’all,” she said. “This stuff is like cr

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