At the beach again

Yes, I am. Simply driving onto the island relaxed me a tiny bit. Despite the very crowded house, I still find it easier to relax here than almost anywhere else.

This particular beach offers almost nothing to do--which is exactly the way I like it. Despite the lack of activities, however, the beach also provides its own forms of entertainment. Several occurred at dinner tonight at our traditional first-night-of-the-beach restaurant.

As we were waiting for our table, this lovely sign greeted us.

(As always, click on an image to see a larger version of it.)

The unnecessary apostrophe, the last-minute fix on the spelling error, and the interestingly debatable use of "site" make this one a true winner.

One award you do not want to win here is the Dish of the Day honor. Tonight's dinner brought two contenders.

The first was this extraordinarily flat cheeseburger, the careful curlicues of mayonnaise highlighting the mystery bunlet.


The other contender was this rather poorly named Caesar salad, whose many black olives and puddle of dressing contributed to a dish that at its best evoked memories of its namesake and at its worst was simply soggy and sad.


The hush puppies, though, were tasty globs of fatty goodness, the company was swell, and as we ate in a restaurant that jutted into the waterway, rain painted the sky in silver streaks and dimpled the gently rolling water.

I love it here.