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Lunch at the Waterfront Bistro – Cruz Bay, St. John Virgin Islands

Waterfront Bistro Wharfside Village, St. John Virgin Islands
Waterfront Bistro Wharfside Village, St. John USVI

by Gerald Singer
Habiba and I have a three-year-old boy so we don’t go out to eat that often.

From time to time, however, we do appreciate a nice lunch in a St. John restaurant.

A friend recommended the Waterfront Bistro, located at Wharfside Village where the Panini Beach restaurant used to be and we decided to give it a try.

The restaurant is right on Cruz Bay Beach a picture-perfect view of the St. John waterfront.

A light breeze of the bay and an overhead fan gave us some respite from the rather warm Virgin Islands noonday summer sun.

Chef Craig Sullivan at the Waterfront Bistro Cruz Bay St. John
Chef Craig Sullivan at the Waterfront Bistro Cruz Bay St. John

We enjoyed an excellent meal prepared by the experienced and talented chef, Craig Sullivan.

Habiba had already tried a white gazpacho made with melon and crab meat on a previous visit. She wanted to have it again, but it wasn’t available that day – no melons – ah, life on St. John. So we had fish tacos – excellent – mahi mahi in steamed corn tacos with shredded cabbage and a mango fruit salsa.

Our son, Jacob had chicken fingers like always and he liked them – finished the plate – a good sign

The important thing is: We’ll be back!

View of Cruz Bay Beach from restaurant
View of Cruz Bay Beach from restaurant

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St. John Stories – Mom’s phone call

by Gerald Singer

Stories from St. John Virgin Islands in the 1970s
I present here some short anecdotes. Little stories of my life on St. John, which I hope will serve to capture something of the feel for the island life on St. John during the 1970s, at least my take on it.

Mom’s phone call:
I was living at the top of the hill on Centerline Road just outside of Cruz Bay in a small apartment I rented from Captain Jurgins, a colorful St. John old-timer with a heart of gold.

It was late afternoon, we had finished pulling the fish pots,selling the fish and putting the boat away, when I heard, “Inside.” Then a knock on the door. Not the normal, is anyone home knock, but a authoritative knock … bap, bap, bap! kind of loud and insistent.

“Who is it?” I asked

” ‘afternoon, open up, I want to talk to you.”

It was a policeman.

My pulse quickened, “What did I do?” I thought to myself. I couldn’t think of anything, but I was nervous anyway.

I opened the door.

“Look here,” said the officer. “We just got a call down at the station and it was your momma. She’s worried about you. She wants you to call. What’s the matter with you boy? You need to respect you mother. You need to call.”

In fact, I hadn’t called in about a week. But, in my defense, I didn’t have a phone, the pay phones worked sometimes, but often were out of order. My mom had no way of getting in touch with me outside of writing me a letter, so she came up with the idea of calling the Police Station

OK officer, I’ll call today. Thanks for stopping by.

“Don’t make me come up here again,” he said and he flashed a short, friendly smile as he turned to walk up the driveway.

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