WE NEVER GO TO THE BEACH
July 17, 2015 – Memphis Pig Out – Atlantic Highlands NJ
The great Garden State. So much to love…expensive housing, exorbitant taxes, high cost of living, corrupt politicians, anti-business environment, generally lousy weather…. Now that I’m done venting, there are a lot of great things…proximity to NYC and Philly, countless cultural options, some of the world’s greatest produce and the Jersey Shore-to name just a few. With 130 miles of coastline and countless miles of river and Bayfront there is something for everyone. One interesting spot is the historic town of Atlantic Highlands. Perched at Sandy Hook where the Atlantic Ocean and Raritan Bay meet, this borough of about 4,500 is the highest spot on the Eastern seaboard south of Maine. Sorry, this is where the information train stops. If your curiosity is piqued I suggest you visit www.ahhistory.org
One thing you’d never expect to find in this small artistic haven is an “authentic” down n’ dirty Memphis BBQ joint or should I say how many would envision it. Dimly lit, long bar, plaid plastic table cloths and in a perfect touch of kitsch an old school salad bar replete with small bowls, cottage cheeses, baby corn and many other vestiges of the 1970s. No, I don’t really think there’s anything Memphis or barbecue about this but I love it. It makes me think of after school cartoons that were always punctuated by such gems as Conjunction Junction, what’s your Function and I’m just a Bill on Capitol Hill – and you wonder why my generation is so screwed up??? About two minutes after being seated we were joined by a family gathering of parents and children at the adjacent table. Suspecting that after too much smoked meat and alcohol we might not be on our best behavior we asked to be moved away the Brady Bunch. Firmly situated at our new table we ordered our “imbibations” and then soon after our food. Despite having read several reviews about the servers being “less than friendly” I found it to be anything but the case. The copious portions arrived. Two of my dining companions ordered ribs, one a burger and I, the human garbage disposal, opted for the unnecessarily caloric pulled pork and rib combo. I‘ve eaten a lot of BBQ in my life but what stood out here was the intense smokiness of the meat. Being a big fan of anything smoked, this meat coupled with their well-balanced barbecue sauce made me a happy man. I‘d be remiss if I failed to mention that the French fries were unexpectedly good too. Feeling that a food coma was imminent we brought the evening to a close.
Well, the evening may have come to a close but not this writing. Why do “We Never Go to the Beach”? I’m not sure but in Jersey when visiting that sandy area by the ocean or bay we only go “down the shore”. Not “down to the shore” or any other such variation… just “down the shore” in one flowing statement-everyone practice aloud now. Hey, it’s a Jersey thing. You gotta’ problem with that!?!?!?!?!