Hello again

We don't come 'round here much anymore, but please connect with us on our Facebook page or our website.

Looking forward to another great summer!

Independence Day

Here's hoping everyone had a safe and relaxing 4th of July weekend. The Pelican Inn showed off its pride:

 

The Pawleys Island 4th of July parade was fantastic. Here are a few pictures taken outside of the inn:

 

 

 

A big thank you to American troops, past and present!

Dinner Time

Mid-day dinner is one of our favorite traditions. Served later than the typical lunch, it is the largest meal of the day and is a great reward for a ‘tough’ morning of relaxing on the beach. We serve Southern style food, incorporating local ingredients such as fresh seafood or produce from the farmer’s market. 

a table set for dinner

Here are two recent menus for the curious:

fried chicken

boiled shrimp

red rice

green beans

custard cornbread

cucumbers and onions in vinegar

chocolate fudge pie with vanilla ice cream

baked ham

potato salad

deviled eggs

roasted asparagus

yeast rolls
banana pudding
 

leave room for dessert!

Summer's Here!

It's First Week here on Pawleys Island and that means The Pelican Inn is officially open for the summer. We're so excited to have a full house and have enjoyed welcoming our first guests of the season. Rooms are quickly filling up for the summer so we recommend booking now. Looking forward to meeting you!

Toasting the official opening

Full parking lot!

The best of both worlds

Those unfamiliar with the Pelican Inn often ask if there is direct beach access. Our answer is an enthusiastic yes. In addition to the marsh dock across the street, there is a boardwalk at the front of the inn that goes through a live oak "forest" and out onto the beach. So our guests can easily watch the sunrise from the beach and the sunset from the marsh dock. The best of both worlds indeed!

the marsh dock across the street--great for crab traps and sunset viewing

the boardwalk to the beach starts at the front of the inn

your walk to the beach is shaded by beautiful live oak trees

on the other side of the live oaks you find the beach...

and a comfy hammock!

A few photos

It's been a while since we've posted (we've been enjoying the new website), but since many parts of the US are experiencing cold wintry weather, we thought it was time to share some bright photos:

 the most relaxing place on Earth

 guest accommodations at The Pelican Inn

the dining room at The Pelican Inn

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"Under The Tuscan Sun"...With 'Possum...

Operating an historic Inn with more than her fair share of patina requires a real sense of adventure and a very healthy sense of humor. I love the charm and beauty of the old building but, much like me, she requires a whole bunch of upkeep as the years go by. There are wonderful craftsmen and repair services available on the island but things always seem to happen at night or on weekends. Help is available if you really need them but, come on, I know how to use power tools and a drain snake.

To start off my week, I stopped up a drain in the kitchen peeling peaches for home made ice cream. The clog simply would not budge even after Old Man Taylor threw some testosterone and few expletives at the problem. The next morning our plumber removed 6 – count ‘em – 6 ancient cocktail forks from the sink trap. How does one get 6 cocktail forks down the drain and how many years ago did that happen? Well, it boggles the mind. No wonder I couldn’t shake that clog. The plumber just kept laughing and pulling out forks.

Next a thunderstorm knocked out the air conditioning in the staff wing of the building. After my knowledge of HVAC was exhausted, Jeremy, our commercial appliance repair hero, came out on a blistering Friday afternoon to replace a part. Everything seemed to be back to normal on Saturday when one of our friends called me in to look at something down the floor vent in the office. The “something” was looking back. It was the sweetest little baby ‘possum but unfortunately, he was inside the duct. Super- just super. Old Man Taylor was gone and it looked like I was in for a ‘possum rodeo and duct repair. When we were reasonably certain that the little fellow had gone on his way, my sister-in-law and I patched the broken ducts. She was most helpful in holding both the flashlight and my margarita and cheering me on in the basement gloom. I really needed a pal and bartender at that moment and she kept a look out for mama ‘possum . We agreed that it was probably the first time in our lives that we had ever used duct tape on an actual duct.

Somehow all this seemed more romantic when Diane Lane did it.