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East Bay Meeting House, located in the heart of Charleston's French Quarter, marries Southern hospitality with cafe culture in the grand Parisian tradition: A gathering place for both the bohemian and the elite, entrepreneurs and literati, sophisticated travelers and locals alike, East Bay Meeting House has something for everyone: Fresh baked pastries and a full espresso bar; breakfast and brunch every day; soups, salads and sandwiches in the afternoon and Happy Hour weekdays from 4-7. Beer, wine and cocktails, tapas and dessert can also be enjoyed in a romantic candlelit setting or at our sidewalk cafe tables well into the night. Every Monday at 8, we host Monday Night Poetry and Music, featuring acclaimed artists and welcoming all poets and singer/song-writers to an open mic. It's the perfect place to stop in for a drink and a bite, or linger and let yourself be transported to the lost era of salon society. Here's to the good life!
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