This Place Could "Go Yogi"
by Kurt Epps--The PubScout
After a perfect “10” beach day on the East End of OIB—sand, sea, sky and sun—and having absorbed more than our minimum daily requirement of Vitamin D (keeps The Covid at bay, don’t you know), the missus and I decided to grab a beer and a bite at some place with a view of the water.
Problem is Sharky’s, Pelican’s Perch, Fibber McGee’s and even the Boat Landing were all dark. But with a full tank of precious petrol and a six-speed stick that averages 35 MPG, I figured we could easily scoot over to Calabash and hopefully sit on the dock of The Oyster Rock to satisfy our cravings.
But the dock at “The Rock” was not yet open, and the traffic jam at Captain Nance’s looked like the Marathon Gas station in OIB just after the tanker pulls away.
So, on the way to Little River we passed by one of our favorite places without a water view—the venerable Boundary House, with its top drawer House Salad and Clam Chowder and a very respectable beer list, thanks to Rey Mikhail.
That’s when the missus exclaims, “Hey! What’s that nice little back porch patio behind the Boundary House?” It looked clean, airy and shady, so we swung into the BH parking lot to check it out, mainly because I had never seen it—or even knew it was there.
The reason for my ignorance is that it’s only been open for about three weeks, according to our friendly bar gal Lydia (a transplant from Newburgh, NY). Her piercing blue eyes, raven dark hair and brilliant white teeth left no doubt that Newburgh lost big time in that move. And it turned out she worked in the famous Billy Joe’s Ribworks for seven years, one of our favorite biker spots when I was a Jersey Boy.
There was a very nice array of draft beers on tap, as well as a good selection in cans. Lydia, a beer gal herself, brought the missus a Stella, suggested Cigar City’s Jai Ali for me and told us that, at the moment, the only food available at this little outdoor secret hideaway were soups, salads and appetizers. That was perfectly fine with us, as we weren’t looking for the legendary Italian Feast of the Seven Fishes Dinner.
But she also informed us that during the week, “BoHo” serves full lunches out there, and that very soon, full dinners were going to be available. I felt duty-bound to let my readers know about this delightful hidden gem, which just recently began to advertise its existence. Oddly enough, the place was “slammed” shortly after the ad was released, according to Lydia.
None of this should be surprising, considering that Callahan’s owns the BoHo, The Oyster Rock and Clark’s where good food and grog is the rule, not the exception. Part of me, however, feels a tinge of angst by running this story. Because while I certainly want BoHo, Lydia and the rest of the staff to benefit from more fannies in the seats, I want to make sure that there are at least two seats left for our two fannies.
Cool, shady, airy, breezy and stocked with good food and drink…what’s not to like on a Sunday afternoon after a perfect beach day? There’s even a small retention pond within view of many seats, for those who demand a “water” view.
