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| Left cut, carving what's left from the bare bones. 8/16/2018 |
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| Wringing out the rag for just a few drops. 8/16/2018 |
It was getting late; late in the season, late in the day. We are now starting to feel the effects of a sun that sets two minutes earlier each evening. Wattman and Wife were burning up said sun as they had not yet arrived. Suddenly I heard a voice from the past. It mentioned that Watt was running late, but I was having a hard time determining where it was coming from. Then, out of the shadows appeared TRoth, an original OCBZ member who now resides in the Deep South. Making his yearly family visit to the Shore, he was joining us for this week's session. I had not seen him since the Watt's wedding almost two years ago, and we spent the time catching up. Watt was delivering a BZ for TR as his extreme life had caught up with his back. Not enough to keep him outta the water though. The Watts arrived and we crossed over to set up on the beach. Small knee high surf, low tide, and a southeast onshore wind were what they faced as TR and Wattman headed into the mid-70s water. The waves were semi-trashy at best and near non-existent for most of the session. Several times both tried for the same wave, and what could have been an epic dual ride picture would end up with a miss. TR would grab it...Watt falling back, next time it would be Wattman getting the ride and TR backing off. With my quick lens reflexes and sharp focus I did manage to snap one of a somewhat decent dual take-off. The conditions didn't give up much. As the sun slipped down over the western horizon, Thom R. slid into a final right needle and shortly thereafter Wattman finished on a short frontside himself. Done-done, we folded up shop and headed back over the dunes.
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| Peeling away the layers. Taking opposite directions, south of Holidays at 65th. 8/16/2018 |
This evening we went upscale all the way and headed to the Ocean Pines Yacht Club. It must have, at one time, been a ritzy place that only the affluent could find. Without GPS guidance, it would take the average person years to locate the place with all the dark streets and turns required just to get there. Regardless, I made it. The place had recently undergone a major overhaul and it showed. The place really looked good both inside and out. The inside bar had the TV's with football. But, we still had the salt life in our veins.
Taking aim at the outside tiki bar, we grabbed a small table only to discover there was no table service. Two barkeeps, only eight people at the bar; go figure. In addition, the service was not on the speedy side even with us going to the bar ourselves. We finally got our beers while perusing the menu. Had to admit, the offerings looked good and we order the Conch Fritters, Old Bay BBQ Wings, Black and Blue Chicken Flatbread, and a Santa Fe Salad.
The Conch was the surprise of the night for all of us. Slightly over-crisped for my tastes, but otherwise very good with a nice remoulade sauce on the side. The wings were slightly above average having a subtle salty- sweet flavor from the Old Bay BBQ. The flatbread was the disappointment to both Watt and myself. While some may like tons of Blue Cheese we both felt it was way out of proportion to the rest of the ingredients. Too "blue-cheesy" as TR put it. Lastly, LWatt enjoyed her salad but I mean it was a salad. How good could it really be? With great weather outside, we enjoyed the conversation, the view of the boats in the harbor and the lights of the OC on the horizon. While the piped music was just average, it added to the over-all experience. So yes, the Patrol would entertain another drive-by. I myself, would return, and I know the Watts (living in the Pines), and TR (parents in the Pines) would return. Still, the Club has a long way to go if they want to be something special.
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THE RATINGS-
Conch Fritters: B+
Old Bay BBQ Wings: B-
Black & Blue Chicken Flatbread: C
Santa Fe Salad: B-
Beer: C+ (More plastic)
Atmosphere: B-
Value: B
Overall Score = 2.68
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