There's been much grumbling afoot about the rainy June we've had in NY. Truthfully, I much prefer a few thunderstorms to crushing, moist heat. These are the choices, people! Don't get all blindsided-nostalgic about the beautiful summer days of the Tristate, 'cause really...there aren't any.
A dear friend/accomplice of mine popped over one stormy afternoon--Pour Some Sugar On Me (I know, it's clunky as all get-out, but you'd understand if you saw her) is exactly the kind of gal you want over on a bluesy day: She's cheerful, intrepid, with adventurous palate and a heavy gas foot.
PSSOM: So whaddaya wanna do, honey?
EF: <Screwed-up thinking face> I want to...drink...outside...in the rain...but not get wet.
And lo, we appeared at Dudley's in New Rochelle just before the sky went black. No matter! PSSOM had fulfilled my wish to a tee--Dudley's is dive set over a small harbor that leads to the Long Island Sound, with the look and feel of a City Island seafood joint.
As the rain started to descend in heavy plops, we were sitting safe and dry on a covered dock with picnic benches, sharing a pitcher of Blue Moon and looking over the menu.
Alas, the steamers were not at their best (there was a 1-funky-to-3-non-funky-clam ratio going on):
...and the bacon cheeseburger was nothing to write home about:
But it all somehow came together in a cocktail of humming satisfaction--the thunder and lightning, the low roar of rain slapping the surface of the harbor, the rhythm of shelling and dipping steamers in butter, the hot and cold give-crunch-drip that can only come from a burger (even a subpar one).