This is the sole burger joint on the island. This year it is called McConkey's, but in years past it was called the Ruby Seahorse (a much more musical name, I think). Methinks they're trying to upscale it a notch, but c'mon. Look at it. It screams hot dogs and burgers.
People come to Edisto, I believe, to disengage from the real world: one can enter the world of "island time" and honestly forget having a real life back home. Bills, traffic, schedules, committments, paperwork, phone calls, and errands give way in island time to tides, riding bikes, phases of the moon, when the loggerheads will hatch, playing Scrabble and Bingo, the most difficult problem to be solved is 38 Down. Our vacation winds up tomorrow, and come Tuesday I'll be up to my elbows in getting textbooks and uniforms and sports physicals, and nursing my plants back to life, and sorting through mail, and single momming while Bill's on a business trip, and reacquainting myself with civilized niceties such as blowdryers and makeup. There's an ebb and flow to life, and Edisto time reminds me of that.