Greenville SC

El Carbonero (Greenville) - PERMANENTLY CLOSED

By: Where?...Never Heard of It...Guy


El Carbonero (Greenville)

Hours of Operation: NONE

Location: NOWHERE


Menu items consumed: fried plantains, refried beans, fresh avocado, scrambled eggs

The obituary of what once was a great. genuine Salvadorian friend to all who knew her…

El Carbonero, Salvadorian, of Greenville, SC, operated and survived by family members who will miss her dearly. El Carbonero passed within the last month with friends of her much surprised by the sudden passing. Those who visited her in her final days remember her strongest qualities: SUPER fresh and delicious sliced avocado, awkwardly delicious scrambled eggs, good plantains (though, come on now, how good can plantains really be), and the friendliest of service. When El Carbonero was at its finest (speaking of the one time This Guy visited her) people in the building were smiling (all 13 of them, 5 of them being in my group and 6 more being employees) and amazing smells surrounded her. In hindsight warning signs of her untimely death were evident: she slowed in her final days with fewer and fewer visitors coming to her, fewer cars filling her lot, and those considered friends forgetting her when she needed them most. While family will never forget it, it seems the rest of us who did were the cause of death in this sudden lightning-strike of sadness. El Carbonero was with us less than 2 full years, showing those of us who knew her best qualities that her time to go was far from here: nay, instead she was taken from us.

Many smart people have said many wise things about death. J.K. Rowling once said, “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure…”; perhaps Carby is just on her next great one now, away from us. Mahatma Ghandi uttered, “Each night, when I go to sleep, I die. And the next morning, when I awake, I am reborn…”; our dearest was just to be reborn again…but she forgot to wake. And now, in her place, we weep.

This is to you, El Carbonero: a friend, a confidant, one with whom we could laugh but now one for whom those who loved you (and still do) cry. Yet, for one more remembrance of wisdom spoken by the wise, let us remember what Edgar Allan Poe once shared: “Thank Heaven! the crisis – The danger, is past, and the lingering illness, is over at last--, and the fever called “Living” is conquered at last.” After what some may deem her final failure, allow us to recall this instead to be El Carbonero’s final and most fully conquering. Rest in peace, L-Carby, in a happy place…that land free of low-profits and upside down mortgages.

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