I'm totally remiss...a blog about eating in Ocean City and I forgot to mention the best-named establishment: the Fractured Prune.
Actually it was Victor who wanted donuts, but they were good.
The 'Prune means something other that donuts to me, though. It used to be a little shop on 46th Street (right in front of where the Shark is now...the site now is a huge t-shirt shop) where you could get, besides donuts and coffee, everything you really needed at the beach: comic books, mayonaise in tiny jars, bait, a boogie board. Back in the old, old days, I used to walk down there every morning with my grandfather to get the newspaper.
My grandparents started us on the OC tradition. They rented the condo(s) and invited the kids...my mom and her four brothers, with the spouses and children...for the week. Those were good times, even the year it rained all week and the adults finished 23 cases of beer by Wednesday because they were cooped up in the apartment with seven (eight, maybe? It probably felt like 18) children. I think that was the year I learned how to play five-card draw. I think it was the year I learned the parts of speech by playing Mad Libs. ("An exclaimation shows surprise: Oh, how witty! Ah, how wise!" explained my grandmother. "Oh, shit!" supplied my uncle.)
I still remember the shock the year we came into town down Coastal Highway and the 'Prune was gone. I had an exclaimation or two then...
Posted by Nic at August 13, 2003 11:39 AM