The sun sets earlier each day. Only been 30 days since the longest day of the year. Already we can see the difference. Each week the the long shadows of dusk creep over the beach earlier and earlier.
With less light, the time to recharge our minds diminishes exponentially. However, we are up against another time sensitive element this year. DWatt's late return just before the start of summer meant we got a delayed start. Still searching for our signature moment that will define this year's congregation of the Crew. Whether its that perfect break that lasts for an entire surf session, or that boost to the bar experience that we talk about for years following. A moment to pin this year on. We need it. We've come nowhere close to any real standout adventure this year. Planning, weather, and luck have lacked that synergistic energy that produces exceptional sessions.
So, as we cross the dune line this week it is with a sense of urgency to have a good week. What we found provided little cooperation. Another week of windy conditions and a near on-shore break left no room to maneuver. DWatt attempted multiple waves trying to find some semblance of fruit to squeeze. Time after time the waves broke just short of the shore, dumping him into the shallows. This day was just not meant to end on the bright note as we had hoped. Exiting the water, torn fiberglass on the tail of the stick and a missing center skeg void of the finbox as well, told the rest of the story completing a bummer night in the surf. A quick trip to the surf shop to leave the wounded board for repairs, and we turned to food and beer to take our minds off our misfortune.
Anyone who has been in OC for very long knows about Buxy's Salty Dog Saloon. Well, buy up the rest of the space, convert a twenty-five foot Chris-Craft into a bar and that is Dry Dock 28. While you can wander between the two bars, Dock 28 was set up to be more of a restaurant and less of a barfly hangout. The place was covered in TV's and seemed to have a decent sound system as we could hear the music in the background. Place seemed to be dedicated to old boats and marine motors which covered the walls and ceilings (even looked for the Watt's missing skeg). One would expect during football season this place could be rockin if you are a Pittsburgh (Buxy) or just about any kind of football fan. Wattman quickly consumed a local craft beer from our friendly waitstaff. And, for one of the few times this year it arrive cold and in a large glass (may explain the fast disappearance). What we would find out later was you pay for it here...to the tune of seven bucks a glass. I do not care what damn micro brewery it was from, that was the highest price so far this year. We ordered the Mild Buffalo Wings. Small tasteless creatures that had no flavor and left no one wanting that last wing. Lisa decided to go healthy with a Chicken Cobb Salad and was disappointed...who puts breaded chicken on a salad? You can't maintain that beach physique if you go fried all the time.
Dwatt and I tried a Cheese Steak Pita that had plenty meat...Watt enjoyed it. I believed was over peppered and needed more veggies of some kind. Thus we had a perplexing problem. On which side of the house do you sit? For me the answer was easy. While new the Dry Dock 28 was aesthetically interesting, I saw no reason to tie up to this dock for an extended period. The Revival pushed off to the next port-of call.
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| Sliding payscale... Dwatt straining to set the rail, 38th & Castles. 7/27/2017 |
So, as we cross the dune line this week it is with a sense of urgency to have a good week. What we found provided little cooperation. Another week of windy conditions and a near on-shore break left no room to maneuver. DWatt attempted multiple waves trying to find some semblance of fruit to squeeze. Time after time the waves broke just short of the shore, dumping him into the shallows. This day was just not meant to end on the bright note as we had hoped. Exiting the water, torn fiberglass on the tail of the stick and a missing center skeg void of the finbox as well, told the rest of the story completing a bummer night in the surf. A quick trip to the surf shop to leave the wounded board for repairs, and we turned to food and beer to take our minds off our misfortune.Anyone who has been in OC for very long knows about Buxy's Salty Dog Saloon. Well, buy up the rest of the space, convert a twenty-five foot Chris-Craft into a bar and that is Dry Dock 28. While you can wander between the two bars, Dock 28 was set up to be more of a restaurant and less of a barfly hangout. The place was covered in TV's and seemed to have a decent sound system as we could hear the music in the background. Place seemed to be dedicated to old boats and marine motors which covered the walls and ceilings (even looked for the Watt's missing skeg). One would expect during football season this place could be rockin if you are a Pittsburgh (Buxy) or just about any kind of football fan. Wattman quickly consumed a local craft beer from our friendly waitstaff. And, for one of the few times this year it arrive cold and in a large glass (may explain the fast disappearance). What we would find out later was you pay for it here...to the tune of seven bucks a glass. I do not care what damn micro brewery it was from, that was the highest price so far this year. We ordered the Mild Buffalo Wings. Small tasteless creatures that had no flavor and left no one wanting that last wing. Lisa decided to go healthy with a Chicken Cobb Salad and was disappointed...who puts breaded chicken on a salad? You can't maintain that beach physique if you go fried all the time.
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THE RATINGS-
Mild Buffalo Wings: C-
Chicken Cobb Salad: C+
Nautilus CheeseSteak Pita: B-
Beer: B
Atmosphere: B
Value: C-
Overall Score = 2.42
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