Wadmalaw Tomatoes & Benne First
Sun-warm heirloom tomatoes, toasted benne seed, buttermilk-lovage, and a crackle of sea-salt brioche. The plate that tells you it's high summer.
From a Wadmalaw Island farmA small neighborhood restaurant on Charleston's east side. One nightly menu, written each afternoon from what our farmers, oystermen, and shrimpers brought to the door.
Lark Hill began as a single long table in my grandmother's old house off Pinckney Street — eight chairs, one menu, whatever the tide gave us.
I'm Della. I was raised in McClellanville, an hour up the coast, where supper was never abstract — it came in by boat, off the vine, out of the smoke. After fifteen years cooking in Charleston, New Orleans, and the Carolina hills, I came home to do one honest thing: serve this place to the people who live in it.
Every afternoon I walk the market and the docks before I write a word of the menu. Nothing crosses the pass that wasn't grown, caught, or raised within a morning's drive. We name every farm, because they're the reason there's anything worth eating.
— Della Rivers
We seat just thirty-two guests an evening, twice a night. Tables open two weeks out and go fast — join the waitlist and we'll write the moment your night comes free.
Buyouts, the chef's counter, and long-table suppers — built course by course with Della for the night you have in mind.
The entire dining room and courtyard for the evening — a bespoke menu, your own soundtrack, and the whole of Lark Hill to yourselves.
Up to 32 guests · From $4,800Eight stools at the pass, an open kitchen, and an extended tasting served by the cooks themselves. The closest seat to the fire.
2 – 8 guests · $165 per personRehearsal dinners, milestones, and quiet celebrations at the courtyard's oak table beneath the live oaks and string light.
10 – 18 guests · From $2,400Brick, brass, and candle — the courtyard under the oaks, the glow of the pass, the long table set and waiting.