Our fearless shore leader got in a bit of a scape with the commenters on this blog when she made her case as to why LBI is part of the Central/North Jersey shore and not the South Jersey shore.
Given that we employ her, we have to lean in her direction. Given arguments on both sides of the line, we’ll state the case for both:
LBI is North Jersey:
- Called “The Poor Man’s Hamptons”
- More Yankees and Mets fans than Phillies fans, an alliance rivaled only by Wildwood (though Wildwood NY fans are haters from North Philadelphia)
- Above the Atlantic City Expressway
- Not a traditional Philadelphia vacation spot
LBI is in South Jersey
- South of I-195
- Has beaches within towns with silly names
- All of Medford vacations there
- Look at a map
Related: Someone Actually Made a Movie about This
So, say you’re headed down to the Taj Mahal (which, who knows, might be a Disney casino by year out with the way things are going), and all you want to do is play poker. You find a spot at what looks to be a lucky table but someone else has takes the spot.
What do you do? This guy stabbed the offending seat taker.
Gives a new meaning to “holding.”
Just after we posted about The Official Beer Of Parrotheads cropping up at the Jerz Shore, more news comes about He Whose Dudeness Cannot Be
Smoken Spoken: The former Trump Marina in Atlantic City is becoming a Margaritaville. Margaritaville patrons can look forward to a veritable Disneyland for Parrotheads, and the vibe is sure to alter AC’s hardened state of consciousness with mucho mongo Buffet vibes and product tie-ins. (We’re guessing that Margaritaville will be serving all three kinds of food: Chicken, shrimp and salsa.) With the casino, of course, also comes the Marina, and for that, Coastal Marina, the purchasing group, has paid the Trumps $316 million for it, and that, friends is not a mellow sum. No word on when the flip is happening, but you’ll probably know it when this blog goes dead and all cell phones go straight to a totally sweet steel drum voicemail message.
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Margaritaville: It’s Not A Marketing Juggernaut, It’s A State Of Miiiiiiiind, Dude
Dear Atlantic City:
We know you’ve got problems — disappearing mayors, dead prostitutes, Pinnacle. But why in Jebus would you want to move the Knife & Fork? Forget that World War I monument — the Knife and Fork is a true AC landmark with in wacked out pink Flemish building, with its former speak easy status and that kick ass front bar. It’s the only thing worth looking at when you come into AC via the White Horse Pike. So leave it be, will you? Though we’re not too concerned knowing how things have been going of late. If the Borgata can’t even open its new tower by Memorial Day weekend, we can’t see how you guys will pull this one off. Ever.
Related: On no you don’t.
We cannot say what exactly made us think to go looking on MySpace for Tommy Cheeseballs. (And before we go any further, yes, he calls himself that.) I suppose you could say that we were pondering what makes a Shore Legend most. And in this case, Tommy, whom you may remember from the classic MTV True Life Jersey Shore episode, is a modern day Jersey GOD. And he’s still kickin’ it — Seaside Style, baby:
Some of my interests include: 1. Going down to “the Shore” every weekend during the summer. 2. Getting drunk on weak girly shots like kamikazes and sex on the beach at Temptations and Merge. 3. Cutting the line and threatening people at the cheeseball stand. 4. Waxing poetic about “the Shore” when I’m drilling through two foot thick concrete and freezing my ass off at my awful job during the dead of winter. 5. Insulting people by saying that they’re a member of the “dickie-do” club. That means that their stomach sticks out further than their dickie do.
Should we friend dude up? We kinda dickie-don’t dare.
MySpace: Tommy Cheeseballs