Wired, the Target's notes.

I'm falling so I'm taking my time on my ride.  - Ride, 21 Pilots
Kicked in the tail 'n headed on down. Holidays & 66th, 9/13/2017.

   Light's at a premium this time of year as Wattman and L-sa arrived slightly earlier than normal. Course, I may have been five minutes late. But as I crossed the dune I saw L-sa wrapped up like a Polar Bear seated in her beach chair. She had miscalculated the temp difference between Ocean Pines and that ever present on-shore wind...out of the southeast as it turned out. The transition from Irma to Hurricane Jose. I had anticipated said problem and had my coat on as I left the parking lot. No matter over a shared bag of M&Ms, we settled in for the night of close-out waves and a great sunset. Of course while we are enjoying our beach time the Watt was searching for a ride. Fast closing front-sides squeezed between multiple crushing trips over the falls seemed to be the call of nature tonight. Frustration tends to get Wattman a tad wired. Impatience swelled. Although practically in the dark, DWatt managed to conclude the night; a small right finishing up in the mush...on a positive note. 

Irma NW of Florida, Jose off the coast. Md in a pinch.

   We proceeded north to Bourbon Street on the Beach.  It's a place that has had several different names and themes over the years but has been in this New Orleans variation for some time. Located under the pool deck of the Fountainhead condos. Blink and you'd probably miss the place completely. As we entered we got the Dive Bar vibe...low ceiling, slightly musty, old guy on a synthesiser...that we so enjoy. With this one-dude show playing funky 70s and 60s cuts we wondered what type of time warp we'd found. And as the night wore on we realized just how bad, as at times we had to take a good guess just to figure out what he was trying to play.

Our barkeep for the night seemed to be one cigarette short of a full pack but he was able to get the job done, if only in slow motion. Watt and I ordered our usual brews and while the glass may have come from a refrigerator the temperature of the liquid was cool not cold. We soon placed our order of Bacon Wrapped Scallops, Cajun Wings, and Grilled Chicken Quesadillas. Waiting for almost an hour, we questioned a waitress about our order. Seems there was only one chef/cook in the place and everything was made from scratch or so they claim. We all thought the wings were just average and a bit over fried. The scallops were wrapped in under-cooked bacon and had little flavor. Their one distinguishing feature was they were too hot to eat. So, then we came to the best and worst of the meal. The Grilled Chicken Quesadillas. Had to be one of the year's best. The texture, taste and ingredients all were great.  The only thing missing for me was maybe a little veg of some kind between the shells. I did mention ingredients didn't I? Well, as L-sa was enjoying her quesadilla, the waitress stoped by and asked how we're doing. At that moment L-sa bites into a piece of wire and shows the waitress. L-sa said she was fine. However in perfect Hostess/Host fashion, both the barkeep and the waitress said our entire meal was free. I was thinking about this later. If we found one piece of wire in the meal shouldn't they have taken the rest of the quesadillas away just to be safe? DWatt may have objected. Instead, we finished the food and left the barkeep a nice tip. Introspect...maybe we need to reconsider the rankings to include the possibility or avoidance of death. The perils of a Revival.

THE RATINGS-
Bacon Wrapped Scallops: C
Cajun Wings: C
Grilled Chicken Quesadillas: B- (minus)the wire
Beer: C+
Atmosphere: B
Value: B
Overall Score = 2.50