English's in Ocean City and Eastern Shore fried chicken
Misha was one of the first readers to respond to my request for a beach memory, and I do like this one. Alas, I don't have the right art to go with it, but a nice photo of a beach scene is always a good substitute. Thanks for the memory, Misha. EL
I saw the post for reviews/commentary/memories just after having a chat about Eastern Shore fried chicken with my boyfriend. When I was a child one of "the places to go" for dinner was English's in Ocean City. I remember waiting in long lines just to get in the shade of the porch. ...
When I was a wee one there was a barrel of candy corn at the front door. Mom always regulated just how many pieces I was allowed so I did not spoil my dinner.
I also remember how they looked before they renovated and tried for a nicer look. The place was simply filled with row upon row of wooden picnic tables. Buckets of delicious fried chicken held sway on those picnic tables.
This is the memory I'm choosing to share with you. I can still see the pretty script that English's was written in, the buckets, and the crispy reddish hue of the chicken's crust.
-- Misha the Veggie Lover
(Barbara Haddock Taylor/Sun photographer)