The real McCoy’s

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Sometimes life can be a beach. Or at least a beach bar. Several weeks ago, a surge brought on by a tropical storm destroyed one of my Baloy hangouts. It’s been rebuilt now and last night was the grand re-opening. My original plan was just to have a couple of beers, wish them well, and move on. Then my pal Ron showed up, and all bets were off. Plus, McCoy’s doesn’t serve San Miguel Zero, so I was drinking light beers (5% alcohol versus the 3% I’m used to). Let’s just say I got a little more buzzed than usual.

On my way to McCoy’s, I came upon a fork in the road. I didn’t take it, though.
A small bar, but with perimeter seating on all sides (the seats with a view) as well as tables and chairs in the middle)
They also rebuilt the “cottages” that were washed away by the storm surge. These are very popular for Filipino family gatherings. There was a birthday party taking place in one of them last night.
The view from the front seats
And the side seats view. The building on the right-hand side is part of the Wild Orchid Resort.
The view at my table. Ron had invited these young ladies he had recently met on Facebook to join us (unbeknownst to me). My “date” (the one in blue) said she was nineteen. Legal, but way too young for my tastes. She seemed sincerely disappointed when I left without her.
Dancing on the beach
The McCoy’s menu. They were giving out free food last night, so I didn’t order anything. The food at the old McCoy’s was average at best, and I don’t think the kitchen staff has changed.

The new McCoy’s is much nicer and built to withstand future storms (the main bar area is elevated about three feet off the ground). It caters to a predominately Filipino crowd (I think Ron and I were the only white folks in attendance last night), and it has a nice laid-back vibe. Except when they play the damn videoke at high volume, which thankfully wasn’t happening last night. It’s the best beach bar in town because it is one of the few that are actually on the beach. I’ll make it a point to visit now and then when I want to chill and watch the sun go down.

That’s what I’m talking about!

After I left McCoy’s, I made a quick stop at Snackbar on my way back home.

Wanted to say goodnight to Lydell.

I had something sweet waiting for me at home, too.

Yep, a carrot cake. By far the best one I ever made. What made this one so special? I added raisins to the mix. Sue me.

It was a pretty good day, all and all: new views and a new place to hang out. One more bar to add to the mix, although Baloy is a bit off my beaten path.

Am I the only one old enough to remember watching The Real McCoys on television? It aired from 1957-1963, so I was probably five or six when I first saw it.

This is just the theme song, but I see they have full episodes available on YouTube.

2 thoughts on “The real McCoy’s”

  1. I like how the McCoy’s menu spells “nachos” as “natchos.” Cute. The humor is quite ritch, I thought as I ate my sandwitch.

    Good luck to McCoy’s as they tempt fate yet again. Gotta admire people who rebuild after a disaster.

    Carrot cake looks good! You and your raisins, though…

    I think “The Real McCoys” was a bit before my time. Wikipedia says the show’s final year was ’62-’63. I was born in 1969.

  2. Actually, the first version of McCoy’s was just pretty much a ramshackle throw-together. That had its charm, but it always had a temporary feel about it. I think the new structure will attract more passerby business with the additional seating taking advantage of the vistas.

    I’ll have to give the knotchos a try. I wonder if I can get them to add some raisins?

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