After two and a half months, we are leaving Asbury Park tomorrow to countdown the final days before our nomadic adventure begins. It is not easy, this town feels like home. It is charming, fun, surprising, distinct, hopeful, beautiful, unpolished, evolving. A shore town with a stretch of boardwalk that is home to posh clothing boutiques next to fried food stands in old shipping containers, but not one opportunity to win cheap stuffed animals. Everyone seems to feel at home on the 5th Avenue beach. Some of our favorite things: bike rides on the boardwalk and Cookman Ave, meeting Glen Jones, mochas at Barbaric Bean, Luigi's pizza + calamari, Regina Sayles at Georgie's, Yappy Hour at the Wonder Bar, Candyteria, Stone Pony Summerstage, Wednesday fireworks, Doggy Beach, Convention Hall + the Casino, Silverball Pinball Museum, treats from Eddie Confetti's and Ralph's Ice, ET on the beach, light show at Paradise, dinner at Langosta, drinks at Beach Bar, burlesque at Asbury Lanes.
Least favorite: that dumb waterpark. Ugh.
Anyone who still doubts should read this tardy NY Times article, and mark your calendars for next year.
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