It's easy to overlook greasy spoon Jack's Cafe on its shiny block of downtown Charleston. Inside you'll find shaggy-haired college kids dining on counter stools next to gray-haired men in suits, and that's the dichotomy of this place: It's old-school and youthful at the same time. A server will plop down in your booth as they take your orders of egg and cheese biscuits and burgers and french dips and sausage gravy. It's satisfying breakfast and lunch food that's shockingly cheap, and you could come in every day for a week and never get the same thing twice. And it's all prepared by the man himself, working his way over a hot grill with one of his signature sweatbands. —Susan Cohen, Dish (Summer 2012)