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| "Perhaps it's the nature of the human condition to live in the present- there's little point in dwelling in the past or worrying about a future beyond our control. But we should all understand that there's a storm coming. And we've been warned." -David Healey, Great Storms of the Chesapeake Melissa sinks her teeth into the OC's shore. 47th Street's busted break, 10/10/2019. |
A cold front with strong winds and light rain began ensnaring our coast. Due to their direction...an obvious Nor'easter in transit. Cold air from Canada intersected with the warm air of the Atlantic bringing on the chaos. As an eye formed, the system became subtropical becoming the next named storm, Melissa. These storms do not bode well for us. Driving rain, high winds, and high tides usually lead to coastal flooding, and this system was no exception. Downtown Ocean City and the inlet parking lot was flooded. Super high tides flowed over bulkheads flooding neighborhood streets. Our piece of the Right Coast was taking a beating. Double overhead crushers threw spray up another three feet as Melissa mauled the shore; breakwash reaching all the way up to the dunes and creeping up their sides viciously eroding them like a sand-devil, making a hell outta our beach. I watched another local surfer, doned in a wet suit, short board under arm, walk up and watch the melee for about fifteen minutes before doing an about face and heading back. No rides today...for anyone.
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| You're invited to join the procession, there is someone I'd like you to meet She looks like she might be for hire, but you won't find her out in the street
-She's A Devil, Bachman Turner Overdrive
Melissa forms...10/10-11/2019
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"You're gonna be hangin' on for mercy when I get this
sucker rollin'." -Bob Falfa, American Graffiti |
The evening lead us to Berlin, Md. and Burn Wood Fired Pizza on Old Ocean City Boulevard. If you're going to crisp up a pizza crust fast, you need an oven that's hot as hell. True to our session's essence, Burn led us to the grail of wood fired ovens. At least if you're a surf Crew. No gas or electric here. Adorned in surf graffiti and skateboards and a bit cavernous, the place had more the feel of a beach bum's hangout replete with a kitchen and bar, than a restaurant. Greeted by our crusty surfer of a barkeep, Target and I had a couple of craft drafts in front of us on the jump complete with a brief synopsis of our barkeep's experience with the brews.
LWatt had been eyeing the house made Meatballs with homemade tomato sauce the moment we got the menus. We followed up with a large Bacon and Chicken Pizza. Now I would say that the beers were pretty tasty, but Target had a good point in that the glasses were not cold. In case it had never been mentioned before, we like our beer ice cold. The meatballs were very good...excellent seasoning and well cooked, but there were only two for we three.
The pizza had a good char on the crust, but could have been crisped up a tad more. The ingredients were well cooked, however the sauce could have been thicker. It kinda of dampened the toppings to the point of dripping here and there. Regardless, the pie had a good taste as the flavors melded well together. The music made it. Classic 70s and 80s tunes serenaded us the entire meal. Nothin' better than downing a meal to AC/DC's Highway to Hell. Considering only two ordered plates, our tab surprised us some. Seemed like the beach wasn't the only thing eroding this trip. However, a return engagement would not be out of the question, nor in the near future. More places are in need of our critical review. The Journey waits for no one and stops for no one...not even the Devil herself.
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THE RATINGS-
House Meatballs: B+
Pizza: B
Beer: B
Atmosphere: B-
Value: C
Overall Score = 2.80 |
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