Onshore Chaos, the Target's notes.

Predictable end...pulling from the shorebreak crash, 46th St.  6/12/2014

   Chaos theory.  Seemingly random events are actually predictable.  Why am I going all intellectual on you?  Well it seems this theory has my name written all over it.  Hard Target aka Captain Chaos.  This week as we crossed the dune at 47th Street, we were met with overcast skies, an impending fog moving in, and an empty beach.  Wattman hit the semi-chopped surf, and I settled to enjoy the quiet beach-head and crashing waist high waves.  it's a calming effect for me.  Really.  The pounding waves forced up the sand and a fast withdraw to be repeated over and over, or a small ripple on those flat days that slowly creep up the shoreline and then recede almost forcibly, as if being pulled by unseen hands.  But as I get my center on the surf sitting on my small portions of a beach so wide, long and empty, the Chaos Theory comes into play.  For the third time this year, my random act of choosing a space of beach for myself seems to instantly attract others.  I'm not talking a couple strolling by, or a few peeps here and there.  No, no, no.  I'm talking families.  In my line of sight.  Talking on cell phones so loud it's as if they're including me in the conversations. Kids... preshoolers, running amok (which kids will do), up and down, in and out of the surf's edge, parents too busy on their cell's, only half-assedly paying attention.  Chaos.  I move out of the way.  They seemingly follow. Meanwhile the Watt is racing the incoming fog and fighting a hightide beachbreak. Onshore NNE winds  make for more lefts than rights, and each ride (or at times attempt) reins in the fog closer.  But the water has finally kissed 70F and it's twilight before we head back.
   This evening's Journey stop was the 45th Street Taphouse.  We did this place a couple years back when it first opened.  Definitely went through growing pains, but their perseverance shows. The Lauren Glick Duo, live music at it's best, was playing up front as we waited at a table in the back. Ten minutes...ignored by the same guy.  Mr. FatTat should be fired as he gave the one poor impression to an otherwise gleaming experience (a similar problem the first time 'round).  Finally two seats opened up at the bar and our service instantly improved.  Our bartender set us up with a couple of craft drafts, not as cold as you might expect at a taphouse, but tasty. We even tasted a few samples.  Ordered up the Tall Draft Hot Wings and Taphouse Pulled Pork with spicy coleslaw.   The wings had a different taste, but were very good.  The pulled pork- spicy slaw combo was near excellent...coulda' slapped on a little more pork though.  Merge the great live music with the excellent bar service and we almost forgot about Zippy Pinhead (no, we didn't like the waiter).  Beer- great selection and while we prefer iced glass, they need to at least run 'em through a chiller spray before serving.  Here n now, just pull' em off the shelf.  The band was fantastic, but their break was our queue to hit the road.  Nice improvement here.  Maybe again in two.

THE RATINGS-
Tall Draft Hot Wings: B
Taphouse Pulled Pork: B+
Beer: B+ (chill that glass!)
Atmoshere: A-
Overall Score = 3.31