That’s kinda like Dinah Shore, but I didn’t see Burt Reynolds here. (Obscure reference alert.)
We’re at the NJ Shore this week. In Philly they say, “down-a-shore” or any one of 20 variations on that. Saying “at the Shore” is a sure-fire way to ID yourself as an outsider. Another one: locals don’t eat at Pat’s or Geno’s, there’s no cheesesteak controversy going on there. If you want the real deal, go to Jim’s and get a “steak.”
Anyways, I’ve been taking pictures. Ate at an exquisite restaurant last night called Chef Vola’s. Going to play in a poker tournament at the Borgata this morning that has a $20K minimum prize for first place. And then I’m going to sit on the beach and get a sunburn. How’s that for a week?
