Post 3...Day 3 A pattern immerges...
“Everything But the Pickle” Monday, 7/15
“With any luck, most of the weekenders have left the island,” I think to myself. (Ocean City is really on an island, Fenwick, doncha know? Maybe peninsula is the better descriptor.) Sure enough, the beach is only moderately filled as we file in through the dunes. The sun is out, but so far not stifling. The waves roll in and out, an inviting sight, to be sure. I spend the morning accustoming myself to the chilly 74-degree water. After a little wave jumping, my brother buries me up to my neck in sand (well, what else could I be buried in?).
Boy was I in for a surprise... I had no idea that fire ants were so attracted to my brand of shampoo!
After digging myself out, it's time for lunch, some reading, and a little tubage.
For supper, it’s Libby’s*, a little place about a mile north up in Delaware (“Home of Tax-Free Shopping!”). For passers-by, Libby’s is perhaps best known for the pony outside for kids to “ride” (it’s fake, but does have a name: Flapjack- that’s your trivia question for the day: it’s sure to show up on Jeopardy one of these days… “I’ll take ‘Delaware Restaurant Mascots’ for $600, Alex!”). Also notable is their prime rib, the special tonight. Incidentally, this is the third evening in a row that my brother David’s eating said cut of beef- he’s practically a carnivore. I get the BBQ Chicken Melt. Mmmm. No complaints at all. Sorry; I lie. I’d recommend everything but the pickle. Too dry.
*Their website seems to be down at the moment.