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| TRoth on a close-out floater, 7/24 |
Mark Twain has been credited with saying "the coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco." Regardless if he said it or not, this may be one of the coolest summers on the beach that we can remember in a while. TRoth joined us this week on his annual surfari to O City from North Myrtle. Not impressed. And we didn't blame him. 66th and Holiday's. Winds in excess of 10mph, and warm temps tempered by said winds have made mid-week a challenging choice to surf at best. A slight wrinkle this week. Clean right closing frames approximately knee to thigh breaking about eight to ten yards from the emerging sand at low-tide. All you see is beach-front property looming forth on take-off. Fast ride, fast kick-out. Otherwise, drop, cover and roll, or head over heels, whichever happens first. Slop at session's end. Still, always nice to pull some of the old Crew in for a jam sesh...any surf will do.
The small conditions left us wanting. So we headed for the Motherland, our place of origin for wings so to speak. Smitty McGees. It's been 6 months. The interior had seen some remodeling and a new coat of paint. Some big, new flatscreens had the O's playing, but being a Wednesday- no music, no band. New wait staff with some seriously loud, green t-shirts. One had to wonder about direction. But we came for the wings, and our standard order- BBQ and Medium Hot- was all we needed to know that we had brought the Journey home. Nothing wrong with that. Need to come home from time to time. Take a shower. Clean underwear. Laundry. A nap. Generally refresh one's self. It's the food that really brings you back. Next week, the Journey rolls on. But this night, the wings seemed especially good.
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RATINGS-
Medium Hot Wings: B
BBQ Wings: B
Beer: B-
Atmosphere: B-
Overall Score = 2.88
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