Pump House. Name of a dining establishment we recently discovered in South Carolina. You ride an elevator to get to the roof of what is five story building that sits along side the Catawba River. A once derelict structure for industrial use the pump house pumped water to a textile plant from the river back in the day. As textile industry died in the Carolinas this pump house fell silent. A couple of local entrepreneur investors decided to open a restaurant by repurposing the structure with a view. The food and service are good. Bit pricey but you are paying for ambience too. Below some pictures from our lunch time experience.
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