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August 21, 2005
N39.2 W74.3 Atlantic City, New Jersey
We pulled up anchor early morning at Cape Henlopen, and made our way across the Delaware Bay toward Cape May against incredible tidal currents. We were headed for the tacky gambling centre of the universe, Atlantic City. Not because we wanted to gamble, but because it was a break in our northward trek. Sum totaled, we bet US$5 and lost it. No thrill, no adrenalin rush, no nothing.
We rented a car and drove to Cape May. We had arranged for a part to be delivered to the post office there, but could not get into a marina there because of some stupid fishing tournament. We got the part. Got groceries. Went back to Atlantic City.
We went for dinner at the newest, slickest, casino – Borgata. That’s Italian for mafia. We found a restaurant we liked. An hour’s wait, unless we would sit at the “Chef’s Bar”. SHHHURRRR. We sat at the CB. I watched my $25 Caeser salad being made from a monster plastic container of dressing. The croutons came out of a box. Chis had tuna sashimi. Surprisingly, the wasabi was flavourless. Then, his steak arrived – tender but flavourless. My seafood pasta arrived and was delicious, all 45 pounds of it. We took it home in a gold lamė plastic bag. Best part of the meal… the wine and the tap water.
We stayed at the Trump. Yah, the guy with the bad hair. The DONALD. I guess that his financial difficulties have influenced his barber budget. The marina was expensive with bad service. No internet service. Not even in the hotel. They told us to go to another casino to check our email. Another time. We walked the famous boardwalk, expecting cool bistros, beach bars, and live music. We got tattoo parlours, tarot card readers, dollar stores, and junky bars. Too bad. We could tell that, in its day, Atlantic City must have been pretty amazing.
As for us, non-gambling, good-service-expecting Canadians, it was time for us to go.
Posted by dave at August 21, 2005 01:18 PM