Sunday, June 27, 2010
Road Trip: Point Lookout
A phone call.
More interweb communicating.
And a plan.
Meet at Dad's office for a road trip down to Point Lookout, the southernmost tip of Maryland on the Western Shore of the Chesapeake Bay. Mr. Johnson will be joining. As will Pocahantski. Worlds of food colliding. The DC and the Bal'mer worlds in one blissful trip with a start in Annapolis, and midpoint at Point Lookout, and an end back in Annapolis. Nothing else on the agenda.
And then Karl showed up with S-H-to-the-AUNICA. Snap! Car full of awesome.
Hungry at the start with a stop at Sin Frontieras Cafe so Karl can have tacos, and we can see Walter make guacamole tableside, and meet the papusa lady who will start the next day. Plans for outdoor seating and ceviche sometime in the future. Mint growing out back for mojitos now.
Full bellies and a road trip in front of us we headed south out of Annapolis over the South River and on to Solomons and beyond.
Even better when Pocahantski says "Hey, if we're really going to stop at random places on this trip you should make the next right and go to that winery."
Done. Perigeaux. Eight acres of grapes. All their wine made from their grapes alone. Cab Sav, Chardonnay. Classic Bordeaux blends. A rose Pinot Grigio. Literally in the garage/basement. All right there and all better than expected.
There area apparently several wineries in St. Mary's County that do weekend tastings. Been growing in popularity over the past few years. There were three or four other cars we noticed as we hopped on to some of the other spots.
Two more wineries (one literally in the home kitchen) and then hunger took over.
Is that a BBQ joint on the other side of MD 235 in Lexington Park?
"Hold on," I shout over the chatter and light House coming over the Sirius. Crossing four lanes to get to the turn lane at the light and hag a U-ey.
Smokey Joe's in Lexington Park, MD with three sliders from your choice of six meats as a sampler?
Okay. Carolina pulled pork, Memphis chopped pork, and shredded chicken for me. Good slaw for sandwiches (not as great for a side because it was a fine diced chopped slaw).
On the road again.
Toes in the water.
Back on the road to get home.
Ice cream in North Beach and a walk on the boardwalk. Remembering the stories of Isabelle and the boardwalk that was no more.
Did that sign really say Calvert Kettle Corn?
Wait here, I'll be right back.
30 more miles.
Hugs and promises of more trips to come.
Sun setting over Spa Creek.
A pint at the pub and a regaling of the regulars with tales of Point Lookout while we munch on perfectly salty & sweet kettle corn.