When I asked our Lowe’s Wharf waitress her name she said, “Still Debbie,” and so she remained the rest of the evening. Little did we know she would compete with the sunset for Best Entertainment.
My Newcomers Dining Out Group was seated around the fire pit at Lowe’s Wharf. None of us are newcomers any more, but we still get together once a month for dinner and take turns making the arrangements. Lowe’s Wharf was my pick for September.
This photo was not of our group. I grabbed it off the Lowe’s Wharf FB page. The fire pit is on the left. Bikini weather was past and, for our group, not just because of the weather.
Ten of us were saying good-bye to summer and hoping for a memorable sunset. We opted not to ask for a fire because the breeze would have meant that half of us would be inhaling. Those days are long gone for our group, too, so we visualized a fire.
Most of us were wearing jackets. Alice, who grew up in Hawaii, was bundled up, apparently expecting a nor’easter. Alcohol would have to suffice. Singapore Slings, Margaritas and beers off set the cool breeze.
Still Debbie was the only waitress on duty. Not a teenager, her face has known its share of wind and sun, but her eyes had a mischievous sparkle that should have warned us.
When our group arrived there were only two people at the bar. As the sun went down more people began to arrive, some with dogs on leashes, and Still Debbie was still the only waitress making the rounds of the tables and Adirondack chairs on the sand. She was pleasant and accommodating; she didn’t really want to do five separate checks but took our credit cards as collateral and we were okay with that.
Lowe’s Wharf’s bar food is surprisingly good. Mostly seafood and mostly deep fried, but hey, it’s a beach bar. We had begun with some appetizers and when we got around to ordering dinner Still Debbie pulled out her order pad. Roger K. he said he wanted a steak.
“Do you want your meat rubbed?” Debbie asked and then just stood there.
Roger stammered, “Do I want my meat rubbed?”
“What did he say,” my husband whispered as the comment flew around the circle of chairs and the chortles began. By now several of us were LOLing.
“We have several different ways of rubbing your meat,” Debbie advised, her delivery deadpan. Now the rest of us were wiping our eyes.
Roger asked for more explanation and got it. Lowe’s Wharf offers a number of different rubs: Southwestern, Thai, Cajun. I don’t remember what he finally chose or if he even wanted his meat rubbed, but for the rest of us, that was the highlight of the evening. I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t find her way into my fiction. Still Debbie had provided us with great entertainment and her tips reflected that – she’s one smart waitress.