Essence of Emily, notes from The Watt

Waist Peaks 8/4

   Hurricane season began June 1st.  Well, you'd never know it watchin' over the last couple of weeks.  Flat, man.  Very.   Sayin'.  Anywho's, this week we have finally started to see some swell.  Now, winds outta the ENE might leave some arguing as to whether or not Tropical Storm Emily had anything to do with it.  Coincidence, maybe...to us, not likely.  I was happy.  Waves.  The couple of backside sliders I rode- the peak would slap me from behind and fire me out like a shot...F'ing loved it! Pure energy.

 

Foxes of all types hit the beach

 
   While Emily breaks up today over Cuba and may not give us much more, we took yesterday's swell regardless of the the origins and paid homage accordingly.  Beer.  Wings.  More beer.

  Another tryout for Hard T and I to sit in judgement over.  This week:  The Crab Bag on 130th Street.
Big Pappy's Gator Wings.  After research (Google), I have determined that the hot sauce is J.T. Pappy's Gator Sauce.  We got medium...should have gotten the X or the XX.  Also the Old Bay wings.  As the hammer dropped we were in agreement that the Old Bays were excellent.  The Gators had a sweet, almost BBQ flavor to them.  I thought they were very good...Tomas, not so much.  They were both certainly meaty enough.  Final judgement:  a match to Mother's...the joint deserves a 2nd look for the the XX hot Gator Sauce as it is our kind of place...less touristy, more like a locals dive.  Plenty of sports on plenty of screens.  More to come as the journey moves on...