Quickies, notes from the Target.

Bottom feeding...duking it out for scraps on a zip-line night. 47th Street, 6/25/2015.

   Change has been in the air...literally. Warm west breezes most of the day. Air temps in the mid-80's. A nice evening for a change. Then we crossed the dune line; almost no waves. Small ankle biting right handers. Maybe some knee benders. Wattman had been bragging that the water had finally reached the seventies mark. His plan was to make the most of it. This session was to be our longest night of the year. Summer Solstice hit us last Sunday. Decent surf would put us here for a while. At this point I need a moment to ask a question and express a corresponding opinion. Who do we talk to about changing the day of the summer Solstice from June to say, August? Imagine what we could do if those additional hours of sunlight were available for the next sixty days...throughout the entire heat of Summer. Yes, I know that is God's decision, but with that extended time could come extended surf.

As I stood daydreaming this unlikely event, suddenly the waves seemed to become rideable. Not just one here and there, but sets of 'em. And, just as magically, DWatt started catching wave after wave. And, I started catching pic after pic. No mag cover mind you, but considering the conditions going in, it was like my vision...spiritual, and a bit eerie. As dark clouds from a storm front moved in, I was snapped to reality. Quickie waves produce zippy-quick rides. Up and done. So we cut it short and headed for the Boards.
   Original planned stop was Grotto's latest location at the Commander Hotel, on 14th and the Boardwalk. The place was devoid of patrons...in the summer (not the height yet, but still). The bartenders..both of them, were in their own little spiritual world and we had to wait a few before getting a couple of brews from their sparse, domestic selection in, dare I say, plastic.

Rated an F for Fix Soon!

That was it. We severed ties early, and took a brief stroll down to Brother's Bistro on 11th. With a name like Brother's you'd think they keep it all in the family. You may be right. Russian household. Our barkeep, the waitstaff, even the four guys across the bar spoke with more of an Eastern Block accent than Eastern Shore. No matter. Watt and I soon had a couple of cold beers...in glass...and a Pepperoni/Sausage Pizza on the way. True to their namesake, it was a good pie. Plenty of toppings, generous cheese, and the beer made it all go down smooth. Couple of flatscreens...with the Canadian Football playing! No music, and though there were other people there, the place is so cavernous it seemed quiet. We walked off the food and headed back to the vehicles. The Journey is an end to a means. Sometimes the ends are quiet if not downright dead. Until next week.

THE RATINGS-
Pepperoni/Sausage Pizza: B
Beer: C
Atmosphere: C+
Overall Score = 2.42