Believe it or not, I survived Hurricane Irene. Hurripocalypse 2011. The 'Cane. I spent the weekend holed up on the couch, alternating between beef ramen and cereal, watching exorbitant amounts of Food Network and annoying my steadfast gentleman friend.
Of course, others were not so lucky. One of those people was said gentleman friend's dad, who had to evacuate his new home in Asbury Park. No word yet on the state of the condo, but here are some pictures from Before, when we helped him move. A month ago, yes. My bad.
First of all, Asbury Park isn't the "Jersey Shore" as we know it now. This is Bruce country. Locals live and love in close proximity to the beach, and there is one hell of a fancy grocery store.
A bum on the beach:
And finally, illegal grilling on the patio. This, ladies and gents, is how you cook some scallops:
Steak too, obviously. Otherwise, what's the point?