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| 38th Street/Castles, 10/17 |
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| "And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough..." -Janis Joplin |
Autumn. Sunny days, cool nights. Light jacket required. Again, another breezy evening on the beach. Global warming...bull$hit. It's been windy and thus cool or cold on just about every point of our right coast this season. Surf tonight? Knee to thigh, maybe an occasional waist. Jacking up at about 50 yards offshore, and breaking flat with no residual power. The Nor'easter last week did some serious revamping to the ocean bottom, primarily the edge leading up to the shoreline. With limited light, there ain't no time to whimper. This is where it got bizarro. For the first time we were zipped. No discernible rides. Strange days indeed. Even in the boogie days, we could get something in the worst of conditions. We even moved north to where the break seemed to be more consistent. Nuthin'. Oh-fer. DWatt clearly frustrated. The full moon rising over the horizon, a lone rider with no ride. Only two sessions left in our weekday season.
To recover from this disenchantment we headed back out west to Harborside, home of the original Orange Crush. Had it, skipped it. We were here for the wings! It is a true local dive, with all of the essentials... flatscreens, average tap offerings but chilled glasses, ample bar food plus menu, off bar dining, deck and indoor bars, strong local following, even the local band. Our barkeep wasn't the most attentive but in a bar-fight, our money was on him. We grabbed a couple of iced drafts and ordered the Spicy Hot and the BBQ. Both came out to us hot and well cooked, meaty, and very well seasoned. As we settled into the night's round of football the band sliced into some Janis Joplin, mandolin included. Always nice to have a band. Just not the same with 2 guys doin' Janis. Time to go. End the pain.
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THE RATINGS-
Spicy Hot Wings: A-
BBQ Wings: B
Beer: B- (Selection)
Atmosphere: B
Overall Score = 3.13
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