Well Ernesto came and went on Friday. We were deluged with rain all day and saw wind gusts as high as 35 miles an hour. As the Black Night in Monty Python's Holy Grail said: "I've had worse." So it wasn't too bad, and definitely less severe than predicted. The storm surge raised the water level so that some of the private docks in the creek were underwater, but since we were at anchor it didn't affect us.
On Saturday, the sun actually came out a little in the afternoon, so we headed up the creek to a restaurant called Vera's White Sands Beach Club. We had read an article online (http://www.citypaper.com/special/story.asp?id=6635) describing it as a tacky, tiki getaway run by an eccentric old lady (Vera). Apparently, in her heyday she was a "hollywood starlet" (or so she claims) and built this tiki resort back in the 60's. So we had low expectations for a kitschy establishment with (hopefully) decent food. But it appears that Vera's health has been in decline, so the new management has revamped and remodeled. We were a little disappointed and yet at the same time relieved. It still has the tiki theme, but it now has chic-tacky decor, complete with leopard print chairs and barstools and beaded-curtained alcoves instead of booths. All tables had a fantastic view of the water and sunset, and the food was excellent. While the inside of the restaurant seemed somewhat upscale, at least on the exterior some of the tackiness has survived, since they have fake palm trees on all the grounds and the outside patio is still shaped like the bow of a ship. Did I mention they had an Elvis impersonator? Classy.
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