Riding Dregs, notes from the Target

   One could call it a dismal day, more clouds than sun, but it was actually a fair day.  Clouds dissipating into the evening. Warm, with a not uncomfortable breeze.  Breeze hell.  We've had brisk winds on almost every surf day we've chosen this summer.  You'd think we live in Kansas. In fact, I thought I saw Dorothy (and her little dog too!) soar by with one of those Flying Monkeys chasing her. Must've been a kite.  And the surf. It blows bro. Timing has been key this year, and our timing is off.  Not much over a foot this day and mostly shore break.  I suggested to the Wattman that we skip the water and head straight for the wings.  But he was hardened in his resolve. The need to feed the Stoke comes first. I thought for sure the only shredding would be his board.  Shattered against the sand like the Evel One after one (or more) of his many career jumps.

We'll take the shore break!

But my optimistic attitude did not deter.   I have to admit surprise as the Watt was able to scrape across several small curbs among the dregs that were offered.  Patience brings rides.  As the slop was left behind, we headed with an upbeat 'tude towards a new destination for this week's Journey.

Scraping the dregs, 8/7

   The Ropewalk Tavern, a self proclaimed oyster house.  Yet another transplant from Charm City.  Fenwick Oyster Bar on the  side of the building.  A very small parking lot, with a satellite lot six streets away. Offering "free" valet parking. Yeah, OK.  But no amount of touristified PR work will dissuade us in our pursuit of the Wing.  The place was packed like a pint of oysters as we were in prime season. Our wait at the bar was brief however, and two smiling bartendresses were on it with beer samplers and menus.  Our beers were cold, the selection ample, and even Natty Bro served. We put in orders for the Rush Habanero hot wings and Bama Red BBQ.  These baby's have a slight twist.  All of their wings are smoked, not just fried, a recipe perfected by Baltimore's Delia Foley- winner in the city's Wing Wars and the state champ for BBQ.  Gotta say, some of the best we've had in years.  Only the meat temperature...moderate at best... was in question.  Maybe the smoking, maybe  sat for a time.  Hard to say.  But the flavor, juiciness, and multiple plasmas with the O's playin' kept us more than satisfied.  A return visit in the planning for football season 'round the corner.

RATINGS-

Rush Habanero Wings: A-

Bama Red BBQ Wings: A-

Beer: B+

Atmosphere: B

Overall Score = 3.44