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Harbour Island’s Johnson Creek Tavern is the place to go when you want fried seafood. Fried shrimp, fried fish, fried oysters, fried scallops, fried hushpuppies, french fries and even fried pickles adorn a menu that satisfies kids of all ages.
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Weighing in on the use of fruit and other substitutes in the manufacture of vodka, NY TIMES correspondent Dan Bilefsky invokes no less an authority than fiction’s James Bond in Vodka World Shaken, and Stirred, by Fruit Spirits (NYT Nov. 26), but he needs to brush up on his 007 canon.
Bond most certainly did favor the cleaner distillation of grains in his vodka and purported to taste the difference. The famous martini and the spy who loved it first appeared in Ian Fleming’s Casino Royale in 1953 and was introduced thusly:
July 23, 2006•
In a few days, my brother Mike plans to announce his candidacy for the City Council of his hometown, Beaufort, South Carolina. In support of his candidacy, some recognition of his early achievements seems apropos here.
It is little-known but true that my brother was the first human being to ride a skateboard on the continent of Antarctica.
It is little-known but true that my brother was the first human being to ride a skateboard on the continent of Antarctica.
My friend Kenton is eager to fish together again soon and, regretting lost opportunities that might have been saved if we’d fished just one hour more, has sworn a vow of depression until we return to the Catskills.
What better way is there to celebrate the arrival of November than an hour on quiet water with a good cigar?
Long before my first fish had taken its fly, I’d considered the irony of my investment in fly-fishing.
Days passed in a welter of boxes, blankets, and labels, bubblewrap, some newsprint, much tape and sore muscles; in rapid order, choices were made, discards jettisoned, and goodbyes hastily arranged. And when moving day abruptly arrived and the shipper’s Bill of Lading presented for scrutiny, we slowed only to empty bank accounts and acknowledge toll booths.
March 30, 2005
In a little while, O’Malley came back into the bar and took a stool. “It’s all fixed,” the little man said.
“What’s fixed?” Pish replied, regarding him carefully.
“The match. I’ve got it all worked out. ”
The barkeep caught Pish’s eye and, with a nod, set two fresh glasses on the bar. Pish raised his and in a movement, emptied it, eyes damp. O’Malley made a small noise above his whisky, cupping the glass with two hands in the manner of someone warding off chill. The extra exertion seemed to work, as in a moment he brightened visibly and said “Farth round. He’ll take a knee.”
Pish considered this news for a moment and thought that the odds were only slightly better. “Will he come out punching?” he asked.
The little man appeared perplexed. “He’s his father’s son, now isn’t he?”
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