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This Just Can’t Be Summer Love

August 28, 2007

Summer’s over for the both of us
That doesn’t mean we should give up on love
You’re the one I’ve been thinking of
And I knew the day I met you you’d be the ooooooone…
– Justin Timberlake

Ok, so it’s a bit premature to say that summer is over, but here’s a post to remind you that the end is near. Very very near. So quick, go to the beach in this final week of summer, at Justin’s yearning urgings, when we can still wear white, while we can still work on evening out that tan for our own vain pleasures, before our bodies are enveloped in bleh color tweeds and heavy, unflattering wool coats.

Go to Rockaway Beach, to see where I fell in love this summer.

Not with a boy, nor even a girl. But with this little seaside shack humbly called the Wharf, that is quietly nestled on the water behind a Duane Reade and a gas station–a place that has not been Yelped, Citysearched, nor has a website, hence it does not exist (right?).

I fell in love with their patio overlooking the bay, with views of the Verazzano Bridge to the left, and the Manhattan skyline in a distance, far, far away. Head over heels for their perfectly plump and juicy shrimps and steamed clams. In love with their low prices that would make any Manhattan seafood addict swoon with disbelief and then, delight.

I am in love, and the Wharf is THE ONE.

Aya took me here a month ago, who in turn had found out about it from a local a few years ago (sorry Aya, but I can’t not talk about this place- like I said, it’s L-O-V-E, and I’m shouting it from the rooftops). I took Alda there last week. And by golly, let me tell you that Alda, too, is in love. Just look at these pics for a glimpse into what I am blabbering about (please excuse that weird sci-fi looking dot in the pictures- something got into my lens I think, which is bad news):

Here it is– on the corner of Beach 116 Street and Rockaway Beach Blvd., is a Duane Reade and a Getty gas station. No sign of any restaurant right? There can’t possibly be a little seafood haven back there, could there??? Have a little faith my friends…

… Cause when you walk through the gas station, there it is! The Wharf! Uh, still no sign though.

Walk through to the back of the building et voila! It’s seriously paradise.

In the distance, the Verazzano Bridge…

… and there it is, the sticky hot wonderland we call home, but boy, are we ever delighted that we’re not there right now.

Alright, the food. Ah, look at these gorgeous, plump, fresh, perfectly boiled shrimp– they call it the “bar shrimp”.

You get a dozen– manically peel em with your paws, and dip them in their brilliant housemade cocktail sauce that packs the horseradish like fairy dust slicing through your nose.

The “grilled clams” are a must. These chewy little morsels are laid out in all their godly glory, and half the fun is dunking them into the conspicuous bowl of juice that they were just cooked in. It tastes of the sea, and nothing more. We asked the server what we should do with it, to which she replied, “anything you want”. Do as Aya does and drink up!

Mmmmm, the fried scallops. A wonderful dish. Look at how beautiful this is all laid out! This was Alda’s favorite. Here’s a play by play:

The scallops were super fresh, and plump, never greasy from the frying. They tasted a bit minerally, as scallops often do, but definitely very satisfying. The best part is that they are HUGE.

The onion rings were a highlight of the meal for me. Thick slabs of onion perfectly battered, fried to a crisp, but never burned. An ace in the hole.

The broccoli too, steamed to a crisp- never soggy grossness. The broccoli and onion rings may just be sides, but it’s these little fine-tuned details that really convinces me that this is indeed ONE. The real deal. For real.

And when it’s all over, after we’ve licked the cocktail and tarter sauces from their respective containers, the clam juice from the bowl, and the bread crumbs from the plate, we say OMMMMMMMMM. Three times.

I would also recommend the french onion soup. The fish and chips weren’t great. For all you raw clam junkies, they have clams on the half shell, which I haven’t tried. YET.

How exactly do you get to this place, you ask? It’s SO easy! Take a Far Rockaway bound A train to Broad Channel. Get off, and wait and transfer onto the Shuttle, and take it to the very last stop, which is Beach 116 Street. When you exit the station, the beach will be to your left, and the Wharf is to your right. The beach is really nice too, the waves are pretty rough, but the water is warm enough to dive in, and the beach goes on for miles and miles.

Seriously people, this can just be our secret- our Umami Mart secret, cause no one in the city knows about the Wharf, and it’s like that last sacred place there is in this god foresaken city where every place is bloggable (she says as she blogs) and all your secret haunts have been overtaken by annoying hipsters that have taken over all the 5 boroughs (she says as she blogs from the rapidly gentrifying neighborhood of Crown Heights) and are bringing their crying babies with them!!!

So shhhhh… hurry and go before summer is really finally over! You’ll see that you will fall in love with it too.

I can’t wait to fall in love with you
You can’t wait to fall in love with me
This just can’t be summer love, you’ll see
This just can’t be summer love (L-O-V-E)

PS- I’m also in love with Justin. But that’s not a secret either. Hey, speaking of Justin, has anyone been to his new bbq place, Southern Hospitality?

416 Beach 116th St
Far Rockaway, NY 11694
(718) 474-8807