Bringing Down the White Picket Fence

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When I see clam strips on a menu, my memory takes me back to this building.  I also like to sneak an order in when Michelle isn’t looking. Most people recognize this place as the Robinson Ale House, but for me, it’s the Howard Johnson.  Its orange exterior has since been painted to take on its more modernized existence.  I remember it as the place my father and I went to eat… Read More

Asbury Park has gone through quite a renaissance over the past ten years.  There are not many places left that give you the feel of the old days in Asbury.  The Wonder Bar is one of the few places left untouched by the restoration projects. This image struck me as the tale of the little guy being engulfed by modernization.  A beacon of the past in the face of the giant new… Read More

For the first six of our eight years of marriage, Michelle and I spent our wedding anniversary away from home. We celebrated in beautiful places like Florence, Provence, and Napa. The last two years we have celebrated close to home in our favorite little city, Asbury Park. We are trying to make the best out of our present circumstances, so we spend our day lounging by the pool at the Asbury Hotel,… Read More

There’s just something about being a Jersey Girl that keeps me grounded.  Perhaps everybody feels this way about their home state.  Maybe being a Wyoming Girl is just as cool, just as delicious, just as fabulous.  What I do know is this: living in Maryland during my early adult years, I quickly realized being a crab cake eating, Old Bay spicing, Natty Boh drinking girl ranks just as high as Jersey Girl… Read More

Yesterday, we began our day quietly sipping coffee at America’s Cup and ended the day with an order of pasta fagioli and a Dizzy Dame sandwich from The Speakeatery.  In between, I got my locks pampered at Hot Mess Salon while Paul took his camera out in the cold morning air to grab a photo.  Later, we enjoyed our favorite Firecracker Roll at Taka’s new and trendy Cookman location.  There we met and… Read More

We have a dear friend who has a spectacular vegetable garden in his backyard.  A visit to his house in the summer guarantees that we’ll leave with a bag of the most beautiful, crisp, and green collard greens we’ve ever had the pleasure of bringing into our kitchen.  When we asked him recently if he ever grew kale, his response was, “I was eating kale before you healthy people discovered kale was cool.”… Read More

This is our “terrace” as I like to call it.  The place where Paul and I spend most of our summer days taking a break from the stressful demands of the school year.  You can usually find us just inches from the water, lounging in our Tommy Bahama chairs, each of us with our noses stuck inside a good book. Behind us, in all its grandeur, sits Convention Hall, a building with… Read More