LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth |
Lewes Lips |
A collaborative journal on life in Lewes, the first town in the First State. |
Lines too long at the Blue Moon and Cloud 9? Too burned out from the weekend to do the full primp before a Yum Yum tea dance? Too tired to stay awake until the Renegade gets going? Or maybe you just want something a little different than the same old scene? Well, Lewes Lips has the scoop (and some of the poop) on some alternatives to explore when you're not feeling young and pretty, but still want to be out and about. Irish Eyes at Angler's Marina The scoop: With an outside bar, live bands and dock and dine slips available, this is a secret to most folks. This is basically a burger joint on the docks of Lewes. There is no other place like this around. They serve very late into the evening (limited menu) which can be helpful when the cocktails become too numerous to count and restaurants are closing. The poop: Stick to food that you would expect a pub to makeif it seems too fancy to appear true, it probably is. This is on the water and at times a bug or two may crop up. As always, bring protection. Rose and Crown Restaurant and Pub. The scoop: If you're in the mood for a half-pound burger and a bar with a very mixed and friendly local crowd, it can't be beat. Striving for the feel of an English pub, it mostly succeeds. The bar is long and L-shaped, which makes it great for conversing across with everyone present. And it serves a great selection of brews (last we checked, they named nearly 40 different kinds)from Britain as well as the "colonies." Though the menu is long on pub food and English specialties such as English Cottage, they also serve a decent crab cake. In addition to food and drink, the Rose and Crown has a dart board and other wall games. Regulars are always willing to help you improve your skillswhether you're ready or not! In a recent visit, while attempting to learn darts, DC (and weekend Milton) resident Holt Jordan's piercing Alabama accent was heard all through the pub, as he explained, "I cain't huld mah wrist stry-ate lak that! I'm a qua-yer!" In his next attempt, Holt's dart narrowly missed the head of another local standing nearly five feet away from the dart board! The poop: If you're dining late, they will NOT seat you in the more comfortable, quieter front part of the restaurant, which has large windows looking out to Second Street. Instead, you're forced into the smoky rear of the pub, where a DJ or live band may be blasting away. C'mon, R&C: Let the diners eat in peace! Good news! Lewes Lips' first informal happy hour proved so successful that we've got another planned. But first this: We received a note to our email address leweslips@hotmail.com asking if the Lewes crowd was all male and young, as the photos seemed to imply. (The note also said, "It looked like only 20- and 30-somethings showed up." WOW! We're flattered, but most of us are just a bit older...though we'll be no more specific than THAT!) Don't be mislead by the photos published here last time. Our brilliant editor Steve Elkins (our words, not his!) simply couldn't fit all of them in the last issue. (It's just possible this has something to do with the fact that we missed our deadline.) The gals were certainly well-represented. For example, year-round Lewes resident Mel McNair stole some quiet time away from her partner Carolyn to dish with old DC pal and former roommate Todd Bentsen. Feisty former Philadelphia school teacher Joan Glass showed up with friends Barbara Passikoff and Sandra Pace. And the mostly well-behaved crowd was patiently served by Gilligan's ever-cheerful bartender, Joanne Iliff. All polled were so happy with the location of the last happy hour, that we'll wait to make it "roving" until later in the year. So plan to meet, again, at Gilligan's bar, overlooking the canal, at 7 p.m. on Saturday, August 19. We'll probably take over the upper deck, in the S.S. Minnow, again. Be there or be square (OKwe admit it: In Lewes, you can be there AND be square.)Mel McNair and Todd Bensten Gilligan's Bartender Joanne Lliff Goan Glass, Barbara Passikoff and Sandra Pace |
LETTERS From CAMP Rehoboth, Vol. 10, No. 11, Aug. 11, 2000. |