Crab cakes? Buntings?? You're speakin' my language man! Where you from?
OC waves were great to grow up with. Depending on the movements of the sand bars, we'd always have at least waist-to-chest somewhere around. Summers could be flat for a long time. The Inlet, 8th St., north to Indian River & Manasquan, south to some secret barrier island shit off VA & down to Hatteras. We had all the spots on lock. I would call the surf report 10 times a day when I was a kid, plus listen to the NOAA weather-band radio & usually got waves somewhere. There was a spot we called "the wedge" that entailed paddling across the bay from West OC to Assateague right by the inlet. It peeled on north swells. We usually stayed til the tide or wind killed the swell, but then once, the incoming tide was so strong, we ended up *miles* down the bay towards the assateague bridge & had to get towed back to W.OC by a fisherman. Those were the days!
Maybe it's local pride or that it's been forever since i had an ear of silver queen, but I'm still backing it.