Host your next Pawleys Island Party Event at Bove!

843-237-7200 www.bovesc.com  Join Our Mailing List! Host Your Next Party, Event, Special Occasion at Bove  Private Functions... At Bove, we carry on Lee's legacy of impeccable hospitality with imcomparable culinary talents combined with new interpretations of the bounty of the Southern Table. Bove has a private room which accommodates sixty guests.  Our entire facility, with seating for 150, is available for luncheons and all day on Sundays.  Or, we can bring the Bove talents to your home, office or facility. Casual or formal, we will help you plan from start to finish and look forward to serving you. Please contact us for information on hosting your next event at Bove.  We will be happy to meet with you to plan all the details that make your guests happy! Angela Morris Angela Morris, the face of Bove, will help you plan your event, then she'll see to every detail to make sure your experience is stress-free and your guests rave. Angela has partnered with Peter Sr. for fifteen years and has orchestrated the tasks associated with providing memorable dining experiences for the numerous restaurants the pair have opened during those years. Today at Bove she directs many aspects of the business but fundamental to her duties is anticipating the needs of her guests and seeing to those tasks. In the immortal words of the late Mae West, Angela is making the words, "Come back and see me some time." come to life at Bove. Restaurants in Pawleys Island

Growing Up Restaurant We pick up the saga of my Mother's stolen money with the last person on our list of suspects - my mother's cleaning girl, Paula Johnson who was spending a lot of money...  Once I was able to ascertain that the Johnson's were lying to my sister about where the money was coming from, I wanted to know why they were lying. Probate court records showed no inheritance due them. The Johnson's had been my sister's tenants in her upstairs apartment in Proctor Vermont for a couple of years and my mother's cleaning lady.  I was able to gain access to the Johnson's credit report...it was a late night clandestine visit to a local bank. One day they had credit cards that were all over their limits: Sears, Montgomery Ward, Visa and Master Card.  The next day, all the balances were paid in full. Continuing my investigation, I discovered they had purchased a new Ford LTD, kept the car less than six months and traded it on a new, fully loaded Mustang. They lost a lot of money on the trade, nobody does that with money they made or even inherited, they were spending my mother's money like they hit the lottery.  Further investigation showed that they were taking trips to NY City, going to Broadway shows, taking friends and picking up the tabs. They did one final thing that put me over the edge; they purchased a new stereo system ...state of the art at the time. The old system, simple but nice, they sold to my sister and her husband Jim who were making payments on it to the Johnsons!  Looking into their spending I could almost account for all the money they had taken. What was going to need to happen was that they were going to pay my mother's money back.  But they couldn't do that from jail.  I called the Commodore once again. It wasn't because there was an intimidation problem with the Johnson's, but I wanted them to understand the repercussions of not making the payments on time. The way I figured it, Ms. Johnson discovered the money boxes and took a few dollars, then a little more, and a little more until she realized no one was checking behind her, and then one day, she took it all. Almost a year had gone by and they must have thought... what a score!  I assured The Commodore that these were the people and I just wanted him to scare them - no guns, no Crusher.  I asked him to bring someone more civilized.  That's when I met a character they called Ali Baba. Ali and the Commodore came by limo from Boston and we had a dinner in the back room of the Casa Bianca.  My mother once again didn't like the whole thing, but we were committed to justice for her. She was still happy to feed us.  After dinner that night we headed out on the town in the limo for a cocktail and the driver ran a red light. The next thing we know we're being pulled over by a Vermont State Trooper. The officer came to the back window and looked into the car. It was our  old friend the cannoli junkie.  He took one look in the car and said, "I was never here!"  My new friends from Boston were impressed.  Little did they know, that trooper knew all.  Mr. Johnson worked a night shift and returned home at eight a.m...we planned to be there when he arrived home from work.  So, the next morning at 7:45 a.m., we were sitting in the driveway of the Johnson's house in a long black limo with Massachusetts plates.  Not something you saw every morning in Rutland Vermont in 1981. Johnson was dropped off by a fellow worker.  Lunch pail in hand, he started walking towards the limo and the stairs to his apartment. He kept looking at the strange sight in his driveway and just as he approached the car, out come my two friends from Boston. I remained in the car while Ali Baba and the Commodore stopped him and began talking with him.  They had a way with words and I saw Mr. Johnson's  body language tell a story - it was that fear thing again.  Although there was no gun or fist to the jaw, the fear was once again transparent. The Commodore came back to the car and said, "He's our guy." Mrs. Johnson was up-stairs in their second floor apartment snug in bed. She woke to a lot of commotion. I stayed calm and told them how it was going to be; that I would come back with a truck and take everything of value that I could find and sell it all.  The balance would be drawn up in a note and paid with interest. They agreed. I returned a few hours later with a couple of my best friends and two pickup trucks. We removed TVs, stereo, jewelry, guns and anything of value I could find, and I also took the Mustang. I drove the Mustang back to the restaurant feeling like the King of the Hill. I had delivered some resolve and there was hope my mother would see some money. Later that afternoon the Commodore called from Boston to ask how it had gone and I told him all was well and thanked him. He said "let me call them one more time and let them know there would be no late payments".  Sounded fine to me. Like I said they had a way with words. Unfortunately, The Commodore scared them too much.   The headline in the next morning's paper was "Every late payment will be another nail in your coffin".  It went to an attorney, then to the cops, and at 2 a.m. that morning I was taken from my house in handcuffs.  My living room was filled with the items I had taken from the Johnsons and the Mustang was in my back yard. The charges included grand larceny and interstate extortion (because of the phone call from Boston).  I forget all the exact charges, but the police had the Johnsons in protective custody...what a mess. If the theft of the money didn't kill my mother, I thought this might. Because the call came from Boston, it was interstate and the FBI was on the scene.  They wanted very much for me to tell them who the people from Boston were. About a month later, I was being drilled by the city attorney, who I fed on a regular basis, and the local FBI agent. My attorney, the Honorable Joseph O'Rourke, was present and they were deciding whether to take the case to the Grand Jury. The pressure was on me to tell them who the people from Boston were.  Up to that time I had told them some story about them being actors I had hired to scare the Johnsons.  Nobody was buying it.  It was a defining moment - I was scared as hell, but my options were limited. I turned to my attorney and asked what was going to happen if I didn't turn my friends in; the answer was grim and dark. Some serious fines and possible jail time - none of which was very appealing. By this time everybody knew the real story. There was some sympathy building for me but the fact remained, I had taken the law into my own hands and had been fairly reckless and public about it.  But, in my mind, I thought, What jury would convict me?! It was time to take a stand.  I looked the city prosecutor straight in the eye and said, "Let me get this straight, if I don't tell who those guys were you're not going to execute me, right?"  There was a bit of silence in the room, but the answer was no. With that answer I told them to do what they had to do.  They dropped all charges a few days later. We took the Johnsons to court in a civil case and won.  They left town and never paid any money to my mother. She was, however, awarded the possessions we took from them which had remained in police custody as evidence. I have never seen them again and I understand Mr. Johnson passed away last year. We began to re-enter our everyday lives, deal with our misfortune, focus on the restaurant and raising my boys...

We hope you'll come visit and spend some time with us this  Spring before the summer crowds arrive. Peter Fine Dining in Pawleys Island

Something special every night of the week at Bove: Mondays:  Happy Hour at the bar with new Bar Menu served all night Tuesdays:  $8 Awesome Bove Burger Ladies night is back with 1/2 price cocktails and 1/2 price wines by the glass for the ladies at the Bove Bar! Wednesdays:  Happy Hour at the bar Half Price Entree's with your Insiders Card Thirsty Thursdays: Live music with Greg Everhart Bove Bar Happy Hour Slow roasted Black Angus Prime Rib, mashed potatoes & vegetable $19 Insiders Card Holders receive 1 free glass of our featured wine and 1/2 Price Wines by the Glass all night. Fridays:  Happy Hour at the Bar The Bove Fresh Seafood Platter $19 Happy Hour EVERY night 5:00 - 7:00 with Chip Vermont's NEW Spring drink specials:  The Gin Fizz; The Caribbean, The Capichini; and $3 Martinis.  And the new Bove Bar menu served all night: Piccolo Fritto, fried green tomatoes, calamari, lemon-herb aioli Marinated goat cheese, fire roasted tomatoes, virgin olive oil, fresh herbs & crostini Jumbo lump crab cake, southern slaw, gribiche Smothered hand-cut French Fries, Bolognese, Romano cheese House-made meatballs baked with Fontina cheese Steamed NC clams Basquaise, sausage, peppers, onion Rigatoni with Tuscan sausage and pecorino

Featured Recipe

White Bean Soup w/Collards, Pancetta, Romano Cheese This soup is always a staple in our restaurants.  We make it with white beans (cannellini... northern white) or just about any bean will work. Sometimes we use spinach but any green works...sometimes we use bacon, sausage, country ham, you can use anything in your pantry. We should call this "The Pantry Soup"! 8 /15-20 oz cans white beans   2 cups chicken stock 1cup tomato sauce 3 tablespoons olive oil 1 bunch collards 1 lb pancetta or bacon 4 large cloves garlic, chopped 1 bunch chopped scallions 2 stocks celery, sliced fine 3 tablespoons fresh chopped parsley 2 teaspoons dry oregano 1 cup grated romano cheese 2 teaspoons red chili peppers (optional) S&P to taste Serves 8-10 If you prefer dry beans, soak overnight Render the pancetta, chop and reserve the fat.  Cook the collards down and chop reserve. In a large heavy bottom pot, put the oil and rendered bacon fat. On medium heat add the garlic, celery, scallions, parsley and red pepper.  Sweat them until soft and translucent. Add the pancetta and collards, stir for about two minutes. Add the beans with the juice from the can, stir frequently to mix well in the pot.  Add the chicken stock and oregano, salt & pepper to taste. Simmer for 1 hour, serve with grated cheese and crushed red pepper.

Happy Hour in Pawleys Island

Happy Hour EVERY night 5:00 - 7:00 with $3 Martinis at the Bove Bar in Pawleys Island South Carolina.  And now offering the new Bove Happy Hour bar menu:

• Piccolo Fritto, fried green tomatoes, calamari, lemon-herb aioli
• Marinated goat cheese, fire roasted tomatoes, virgin olive oil, fresh herbs & crostini
• Jumbo lump crab cake, southern slaw, gribiche
• Smothered hand-cut French Fries, Bolognese, Romano cheese
• House-made meatballs baked with Fontina cheese
• Steamed NC clams Basquaise, sausage, peppers, onion
• Rigatoni with Tuscan sausage and pecorino

"INSIDERS" CARD

Starting March 1st, Bove upgraded our "locals' night" to a new level by adding additional services. We're selling "Insiders" Cards to continue the great discounts and specials offered to our valued guests. Here's what you and one guest save with the Bove Insider's Card: 10% off your food bill nightly when you're seated before 6:30. One year of our Wednesday night ½ price entrees (save about $25)  Thursday night wine tasting - receive our featured glass of wine of the night free with the purchase of an entrée.  Also all wines are 1/2 price after 2 glasses at regular price.  (save about $30) Plus other cardholder exclusive specials and offers throughout the year! The card is only $100 and is good for one year from date of purchase.  Only four visits pays for your card!  This card may not be used in conjunction with any other promotion or holiday events. This card is not transferable.

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Events

We hope you'll come spend time with us this Spring.  All of us at Bove look forward to seeing everyone again this season.  In additional to enjoying a great meal and friendship at Bove, here's a list of interesting events going on in the area: March 12 - 20 50th Annual Canadian-American Days Festival at the Myrtle Beach Convention Center.  843-626-7444www.CanAmDays.com   March 13 Hard Rock Cafe Battle of the Bands Finals. 843-946-0007 www.hardrock.com/myrtlebeach  March 16 17 Annual Wildlife and History Day at Huntington Beach State Park. 843-235-8755 March 19 Walk to Defeat ALS at Grand Strand Park, The Market Commons 866-492-4821 www.scalsa.org March 19 Equinox Art & Music Fest at the Historic Horry County Courthouse. conwayartdistrict.blogspot.com March 20 Seacoast Artist Guild 8th Annual Spring Art Show & Sale Inlet Square Mall Center Court www.seacoastartistguild.com March 20  Tea & Symphony, Long Bay Symphony Guild at Burroughs & Chapin Art Museum in Myrtle Beach 843-448-8379 www.longbaysymphony.com March 24 Percussion Ensemble Concert at Coastal Carolina University 843-349-2502 www.coastal.edu/culturalarts March 25 Myrtle Beach Beer Fest at Valor Park in the Market Commons www.myrtlebeachbeerfest.com March 25 64th Annual Plantation Tours www.pgwinyah.org March 26 Scenes from Gilbert and Sullivan at  Coastal Carolina University 843-349-2502 www.coastal.edu/culturalarts March 26 Minigolf Tournament hosted by the American Red Cross.  NASCAR Speedpark 843-477-0020 March 26 The Oak Ridge Boys at the Alabama Theatre April 2 The Glenn Miller Orchestra at the Alabama Theatre April 9 The Original Drifters, The Coasters, Herb Reed & The Platters at the Alabama Theatre April 12 Bruce Jenner: "The Champion Within" at Brunswick Community College 800-754-1050 www.bccowa.com April 23 & 24 Art in the Park at Market Commons www.artsyparksy.com April 25 POP 101 Spring Concert at Coastal Carolina University 843-349-2502 www.coastal.edu/culturalarts April  30 10th Annual Spring Flounder Tournament sponsored by the Grand Strand Saltwater Anglers Association. 843-450-8218 www.gssa.com April 30 Beach Music Festival on Ocean Blvd between 8th & 9th Avenues www.myrtlebeachmayfest.com April 30 Randy Travis at the Alabama Theatre Its going to be a really fun Spring and Summer at the Beach - Hope to see you! Fine Dining in Pawleys Island

March Newsletter

Bove offers an eclectic fusion of Italian and Low-country cuisine. Exceptional, innovative cuisine is at the heart of every experience at Bove. Bove is fun and affordable with upbeat music and priding itself on being the best value at the Beach. Our cozy 22 seat bar plays host to a queue of locals and tourist daily at 5pm for happy hour. Located in the heart of Pawleys Island, South Carolina.  Visit us and enjoy some fine dining! March, 2011

Spring at Last!!  We look forward to it every year - that first bud and blossom, the greening of everything!!  Its an inspiring time of rejuvenation and re-energizing.  Bove is here to help you celebrate the coming of Spring with something special every night of the week: Tuesdays:  $8 Awesome Bove Burger Wednesdays:  Half Price Entree's with your Insiders Card Thirsty Thursdays: Prime Rib and 1/2 Price Wines by the Glass, $3 Martini's all night at the Bove Bar and Greg Everhard entertains! Fridays:  The Bove Fried Seafood Platter And don't forget Happy Hour EVERY night 5:00 - 7:00 with $3 Martinis at the Bove Bar.  And now offering the new Bove Happy Hour bar menu: Piccolo Fritto, fried green tomatoes, calamari, lemon-herb aioli Marinated goat cheese, fire roasted tomatoes, virgin olive oil, fresh herbs & crostini Jumbo lump crab cake, southern slaw, gribiche Smothered hand-cut French Fries, Bolognese, Romano cheese House-made meatballs baked with Fontina cheese Steamed NC clams Basquaise, sausage, peppers, onion Rigatoni with Tuscan sausage and pecorino St. Patty's Day at Peter Ryan's Bove Restaurant & Bar. Corned Beef and Cabbage Sheppards Pie House-made Irish Soda Bread Beer & Wine Specials  Featured Recipe Kahlua Mousse This was a staple dessert at my mother's restaurant for over 30 years.  People just couldn't get enough of it and always wanted the recipe. My mother did not believe in that sort of thing.  When people pushed her on the mousse, she would tell them coffee, cream and Kahlua but never mention the marshmallow's. She was a bit evil that way. Here's my mother's complete recipe - I promise. Serves 8 48 large jet puff marshmallows 1 ¾ cups hot coffee ¼ cup Kahlua (½ cup if you like) 2 pints heavy cream, whipped Pour hot coffee and kahlua over marshmallows in a double boiler. Stir with rubber spatula until melted together and lumps are gone. Let it set and cool down then put into the refrigerator and let it jell. Do not let it get too firm. Fold in the whipped cream, do not leave lumps!  Pour this into glasses and refrigerate again for at least 4 hours, best to sit overnight. Garnish with nuts and shaved chocolate on the top. Growing Up Restaurant Last month's issue left me sitting with two good fellas in the center of Logan Airport like a scene from one of those Hollywood adaptations about life in Palermo.  The hustle and bustle of the airport masked the sense of pure fear I was feeling about the pending task.  And I had some sort of weapon in my possession...    It was time to set the situation straight.  I said "under no circumstances do we hurt anyone".  It seemed like the time to divulge some details I may not have made crystal clear to my traveling companions... there were too many people who knew about our jorney out West. I had neglected to mention it was the Chief of Police and a State Trooper. I was getting more concerned as we went along - what had I gotten myself into? My sense of reason and perspective were severely tainted, blinded by the desire to bring justice for my mother and resolve to our whole family. Making small talk with The Crusher was a challenge so I turned my focus on The Commodore whose stories were always entertaining.  I preferred, however, the ones I was not in.  Before I knew it we were in the air - there was no turning back now.  My thoughts were now of my wife, newborn son, and my mother who tried to talk me out of going.  She just wanted to get on with her life but I thought, "what kind of a son would I be if I let this dog lay"?  You might think it was an Italian thing, but it really was just a son who loved his mother deeply. We arrived late into Seattle and checked into our hotel in anticipation of arriving at Eddie's door first thing in the morning; we had a midnight flight back home the next night. I didn't sleep at all that night.  I tossed and turned with the wildest thoughts going through my head. How do these things work? I had never been on a shakedown before or part of any type of intimidation. It just wasn't in my DNA, Italian or not. The morning arrived and we met in the lobby of the hotel.  There was a car rental company across the street from the hotel and we set out to rent a car only to bump up against a real road block - not one of us had a credit card.  There we stood in the center of the hotel lobby completely stupefied, The Commodore in a tuxedo shirt as he often wore and Jimmy in an ensemble only he could create.  In any event, no hotel guests seemed to pass without taking a second look - incognito we were not!!  We had cash, just no credit card.  I was thinking of contacting an old friend who lived there in Seattle to have him help with the card situation and get me out of this mess when I felt a tap on my shoulder. In a stout British accent I heard, "Mr. Ryan, on one of your capers, are we"?  I turned around to see a steward from British Airways who had just landed after flying all night.  His name was Martin Wright, he was my busboy when I was a waiter at the Fan Club on the coast of Maine in 1974, the restaurant that I eventually purchased years later. Martin was one of the funniest people I had ever known, straight out of Monty Python, and never at a loss for words.  We had remained in touch all those years but we hadn't seen each other in a long time. It was a shock to see him and I could see him sizing up my traveling companions. He was tightlipped for the first time ever and very tired.    Without a moment's hesitation, I said "Martin, do you have a credit card".  He said he did and with some reluctance and trepidation he walked across the street and rented us a car. Poor Martin, he only wanted to go to bed.   I told him that I would come by and bring him the keys later and briefly told him about my mother's money and why we were there.   I don't believe that made him sleep any better.  We were now in the car and headed to Eddie's apartment and I'm now all but in a panic and sorry I was there.  Why couldn't I have left well enough alone?  We would have made a comeback at the restaurant.  What was I going to accomplish?  After a year, I was sure there was no money left, he'd surely snorted or drank it all away. Eddie lived in a second floor apartment.  As we walked up, each step got harder to navigate and I began to really hope he wasn't there and that we would never find him.  No one back home would think any different of it if we couldn't find him...Let's go home! I watched Jimmy and the Commodore as they went about their business, like waiters preparing for evening service, no sign of stress, calm and collective as they moved towards the door. Jimmy knocked on the door before I could even get a chance to ask what the plan was; and they go about it as if they had rehearsed it 100 times before. I continued to hope no one would answer, but in seconds the door opened and there was Eddie.   He saw me and at first got excited and spoke my name as if glad to see me. By the time he greeted me with a "what the heck are" .... Jimmy hit him with a powerful right hand and put him on the floor.  The next thing I knew Eddie had the vile taste of cold steel in his mouth.   I never imagined anything like this and I freaked.   "That's enough"  I said. I learned something that day about people, about real fear.  Eddie became transparent, the thought of lying to us never crossed his mind and we could see clear through him.  I didn't much like what we saw - he didn't have any idea what we were talking about. Jimmy took me aside and said "Pete, he stole from your mother, let me give him a beating since we've come all this way". I was adamantly opposed and thought Eddie had paid dearly already for the champagne.  All in all, Eddie took the whole thing very well.  He cared about my mother, he never made any kind of report. As we walked back to the car, I was relieved yet the feeling of disappointment that I would probably never know what had happened to my mother's money resonated through me.  Let's face it, I didn't have a clue what I was doing. Just about then Jimmy, who didn't usually  say much, leaned over to me and said "are you sure you're Italian?"  He couldn't get over the fact I wouldn't let him give Eddie that beating.   One thing left to do. I was wound up like a slinky and felt like you could cut the tension in me with a butter knife. I went back to the hotel and went to Martin's room and knocked on the door.  The room was dark, it was about 2:00 in the afternoon, Martin was almost sleep walking when he opened the door. Could I interject a bit of humor into this wild chase? We left the lights off and the blinds were closed in an attempt to keep any light out.  Martin went back and got into bed and I sat next to him on what I remember was a small bed. I whispered lightly so not to wake himtotally, but I couldn't resist enforcing his worse fears after sizing up Jimmy and the Commodore. I said, "Martin, listen very carefully.  The car is in the back lot tucked behind a big eighteen wheeler. Be sure when you return the car that no one opens the trunk!" Martin sat up like a jack in the box popping through the top!  The look on his face was worth the trip.  I have e-mailed Martin from time to time but not seen him since.    The flight home was long, but the drive from Logan was even longer.  I had just spent most of the money we had left on a wild goose chase only to come home with mud on my face looking a bit like an idiot. I spent a few days licking my wounds and told only a few people about what had happened since I was afraid there might still be repercussions if Eddie decided to make a complaint to our local police. The Chief would know nothing and not be able to help me. After a few weeks passed, I began to think about the two remaining suspects again.  The idea that one of them was basking in the sun with my mother's money haunted me.  One of the people on the list was a guy we called Vinny the Parm.  My mother was teaching him to cook and letting him sleep in one of the attic bedrooms.  Vinny was a pretty good guy and we nick-named him because he would always break down when the restaurant got too many veal parm orders, as it usually did. Vinny was living somewhere in California and I had no stomach for that journey. The last person on the list was my mother's cleaning girl who was my sister's upstairs tenant in Proctor, Vermont, about 10 miles from Rutland.  Her name was Paula and she had access to the room because she cleaned it weekly.  I was going to check things out as best I could.  My sister said that they had moved out to a nicer place back in Rutland.  It seemed they were spending a fair amount of money and Judy, my sister, had at one time asked about their money.  They told her a relative had passed away and left the money to them.  I searched probate court records - it was a lie.  And that's how the whole thing started again!!  We hope you'll come visit and spend some time with us this  Spring before the summer crowds arrive. Peter Pawleys Island Restaurants Also, please visit our facebook page:  Bove Restaurant & Bar