Poogan's Porch

Poogan's PorchThe story behind our nameFrom the moment you step into the parlor of Poogan’s Porch, there is a pervasive sense of history: the knotted heart-of-pine floors, the dual staircases, and (of course) the first and second-story porches that reflect the Charleston of days gone by. Poogan’s Porch was originally a spacious, commodious home, erected in 1891. By 1976, the character of the neighborhood had changed suitably to allow for the conversion of the house into a restaurant. The last residential owners sold their home and moved away.A little dog stayed behind. As far as he was concerned, the porch at 72 Queen Street was his. He had been a neighborhood fixture for years, graciously accepting table scraps and back scratches from every family on the block. He was no purebred fluffy puppy; he was a good ol’, down-home Southern porch dog.His name was Poogan.Poogan became the guardian of the fledgling restaurant. From his perch on the front porch, he presided over the renovation process, and when we opened our doors for business, he greeted our first guests warmly. The restaurant family cherished him. He became an institution. Poogan died a natural death in 1979. Some guests who dine with us say they can still feel a gentle brush against their legs just as their meals arrive, as if Poogan is still here, making his rounds, ever the gracious host. This building is his monument. We still miss him.