Rust Never Sleeps, tales from the Watt

It's better to burn out than it is to rust  -Neil Young, My My, Hey Hey (Out of the Blue)
Smokin' 67 Camaro SS. Seacrets lot, 5/16/2019

   After a rainy offseason, I guess there is always a level of corrosion on the Shore, salt air and all. Let's face it, the cold and moisture only serves to further aggravate the stiffness. As the Young One said, "rust never sleeps." So, we need to keep up on the body of work. Fix the dings. Strengthen the weak points. Yeah, ah no...I'm not talking painting the house, or renovating a classic hot rod, although the OC Cruisers were in town through this weekend. To further the decay, the conditions we encountered this week were not a whole lot better than two weeks ago. Weak, knee-high mush with no power. Fast breaking and fast dying. My rust showed as I worked to scrape my first ride of the season, a backside no less. Target's rust showed as he missed the shot. Although, he seemed to have no problems catching the failed efforts. No pic, no ride so we profess. As we crossed the dune, catching the red, pink, and blue hues of the sun setting across the bay, corrosion resistance was in order.

Mush and rust. Rodeway's and 30th, 5/16/2019.

   Post session, a repeat call that was a long time coming- Fish Tales on 22nd and the Bay. Place had a few more patrons than we would have thought, though I am sure the Cruisers helped. It had been five years since our previous visit. As we entered, the tiki bar looked the same and was full save three seats on the corner. Taking our places the bartender was almost instantly asking for our drink requests.

Good service to start. Served in plastic. Not so good for service. Maybe because we were in a bar that was part of a marina complex. Glass is not good for business. Still, we are an elite Crew, deserving of glass. My IPA was good as was Target's Summer Shandy. We must reiterate...plastic cups- not good. Gotta say, the ice-cold Miller High Life can was the saving grace. We ordered up their Maryland Crab Soup, the Rooster Agave Wings (ordered before), and the local Cheeseburger.

The soup was hot, but basic restaurant grade; seafood/Old Bay flavor, not a lot of crab. The burger was charbroiled, but less than average. And, the wings were the most controversial...myself and LWatt liked them...meaty and cooked well with a light spice. Target felt they were small and not very warm.

So a rating that was unresolved. But I am the editor and thus invoked editorial discretion. The atmosphere was a bright spot. Nice beach resort scene. Excellent bay views. Good background music. Service got slow towards the end of our evening; fair overall. And, our tab was tolerable. No doubt that a future visit will occur. Maybe within the next five years. Guess the real question we ended the evening with...did I really get my first ride of the season?

THE RATINGS-

Beer: C+ (plastic-ugh)
Crab Soup: C

Local Cheeseburger: C-

Rooster Agave Wings: B-

Atmosphere: B

Value: B-

Overall Score = 2.42

Bad to the Bone...Chevrolet Bel Air. Seacrets lot, 5/16/2019.