Bleeding Waters, notes from The Watt

 

Pick a section, any section. 139th Street, 4/11

   In the Salisbury area we started at a warm 78F, but by the time work was out and we were hittin' the beach a front had moved in.  Temps dropped by twenty degrees and the cooler frontal air hitting the warm bay waters created an engulfing fog one could get lost in, transfixed as the mist bled into the evening air saturating everything it touched.  What was a potential day for first surf ended up low-flying, clouded, jacket weather.  No matter, the Atlantic was chopped up with waves in a disorganized knee to stomach range and  the Journey was en route to a new destination. A minus followed by a plus.  Good stuff.

Bleeding Waters, West Fenwick Marsh.  4/11

   Twining's Lobster Shanty, an esoteric location on the West Fenwick marsh full of local beach lore.  A bit more upscale than we prefer, nevertheless our bartender, Travis, was on point with full menu and specials descriptions as well as historical color commentary.  Well, as historical as he could get at 25 years.  He kept us plenty settled in.  We started the evening with a tasty lobster quacamole and homemade pico. This would have scored pretty decent...IF we were here for the quac, which we were not. Wings...next to waves, what the Journey is about.  We ordered the Shanty Style (Garlic Parmesan) and Old Bay.  The Old Bay, near one of the best we've had.  Near.  The Shantys, not so much.  If we gotta take 'em or leave 'em... we're gonna leave 'em.  Music was good.  No band, but nice mix.  Beer? Bottles, no drafts. And some mis-prints on the beer availabilities.  Need to fix that.  The menu showed a lot of promise as seafood goes.  And on a nicer evening, with a refrigerated draft system installed, the Lobster Shanty could deserve another look.  We noticed a posted Building Permit.  We'll see.

THE RATINGS-
Shanty Style Wings: C-
Old Bay Wings: B+
Beer: D-
Atmosphere: B
OVERALL SCORE = 2.18