Vodka and Ginger head down the shore for one reason and one reason alone. Not to lay on the beach. Not to gamble our food budgets away in Atlantic City. Not even to become reacquainted with sunscreen.
We go down the shore to watch the royal wedding.
Ginger does not really care much about William and Harry et. al., but she’s always up for tea and a crumpet.
As previously mentioned, Vodka had purchased half of Tea and Sympathy’s wedding memorabilia a few weeks back, and she carts it down to the seaside for royal watching purposes.
Ginger, priorities intact, travels with two bottles of wine.
After an early morning of wedding watching, complete with English Hob Nobs and Ginger cookies, we take a long winter’s nap before using Vodka’s paraphernalia for its true purpose: to drink Skinnygirl margaritas.
|The Queen Would Be So Proud|
Which is when Ginger walks into a door.
At this point, feeling very little pain due to the dulling effect of the gallon Skinnygirl margaritas we just consumed, Ginger insists she is fine, welted face or not.
And she acts fine all the way to Caesar’s Piers. All the way through Vodka drunkenly dropping her Le Bernardin budget on Burberry sunglasses (which, by the way, make her look like Blanche Devereaux of Golden Girls fame). All the way to our bar stools at Continental where we want to try Anne Burrell’s Best Thing I Ever Ate WITH CHOPSTICKS dish, crispy calamari salad, as our appetizer.
For those of you who aren’t in the know about spiking childhood drinks, a Dirty Shirley is a grown-up version of a Shirley Temple – you know, the pink drink with cherries on top that you used to order at T.G.I. Friday’s in your youth in order to sound mature.
THE DRINK THAT DOES NOT CONTAIN ANY OLIVES.
|Notice the Lack of Olives|
Vodka (for once not the troublemaker with the waitstaff) sips her Twizzle cocktail sheepishly as we await our crispy calamari salad and Ginger makes finger indentations on her growing head bump.
|See the Licorice on Top? Delicious|
|One Spoon Does Not Two Chopsticks Make|
That said, we like vinegar well enough, so this overbearing ingredient does not completely turn us off.
What turns us off more is the sheer lack of crispy calamari.
Now, perhaps it’s just the proportion of the salad that is off – it comes in a humongous bowl. This bowl could be cut in half, and the calamari would seem plentiful. The way it stands, we have to fight through landfills of lettuce to find one solitary piece. And the calamari itself is good, which makes it all the more disappointing that it is so scarce. However, the pool of vinegar dressing quickly abates the "crispy" part.
|Let's Play Where's Waldo? with the Calamari|
Continental’s Crispy Calamari Salad: 3 stars