The second morning my dear wife Karen and I woke up not in Syracuse, we knew the car would be headed the mile or so down the road to the Atlantic Ocean.
All the car unpacking and grocery shopping and cottage settling in and other-blog-duty-movie-going and neighborhood-walking and Ellie B aka Dogamous Pyle-reacclimating had been accomplished quite comfortably the first day.
(Day one bar joint story and back home warning is here.)
The car knew to pull into the lot of the combo Ocean House/tiki bar.
Last year on this annual getaway to Cape Cod, for some reason, we found the restaurant and next-door outdoor bar closed. It was one week later than this, too.
This week, paydirt. We’ll be able to eat in the restaurant with the window looking out over the Atlantic one night very soon.
And we pulled up a couple of white stools and relaxed. Shade or sun?
A talkative bartender, the man on the far left in the top photo, told us he just had to grab my phone to take our picture in the sun.
He was just one of an attentive and quite busy wait staff. It looked to me as if they had a dozen black-shirted folks on duty early on a Sunday afternoon. (I wondered to Karen who exactly decided that the wait staff at a hopefully sunny beach place should wear black and our tender/photographer heard me and let out a laugh.)
Many of the sweating staff was trotting boxed lunches from the kitchen to patrons seated at the bar and surrounding white tables.
Karen ordered the special, a strawberry lemondade the woman bartender described as “marinating overnight” in the big container pictured in the bar photo. Karen said it was tasty. I went with the basic Blood Mary, which was not basic at all. Mucho horseradish and hot sauce. Within three pulls, I was sweating like the trotting wait staff. But all was good.
Price for one round: $22. Vacation mode.
Karen needed to feel the sand between her toes.
Yes, that’s the moment my California girl needs to experience every year of her life, no matter the coast.
I live to see that look on her face.
Every year we rent the lovely cottage in Cape Cod from our Central New York friends who own in it and cherish it so dearly, there are serious improvements over the year prior.
On the bulletin we found a parking card for one of the resorts on the beach road. It’s a day pass that allows beach and pool access.
Step one park in the lot. Step two, walk the path between buildings.
Step three, if desired, pull up one of the white lounges and snooze at the water’s edge.
We are welcome to walk around and smell these roses.
We are welcome to swim in this pool, which is half indoor, half outdoor.
Today I think we will hit The Pancake Man for breakfast. We like breakfast at The Pancake Man. Vacation is good.
Have you ever had drinks at an outdoor beach bar? Would you have been surprised when you handed the bartender a twenty and were told it wasn’t enough for two drinks? Pool or ocean?