So it isn't elegant....
Fresh, nonsense mesquite-grilled seafood or fish to be enjoyed on table settings which have never been used before and will never be used again. I have a weakness for the scallops on a skewer; shrimp on the other hand is utterly unmemorable. The menu is small with occasional seasonal specialties. Wine comes to you already uncorked, plastic cups propped on top, ready for action.
Don't bother trying to outsmart the crowds by dining at a strange hour. Whatever the hour or weather, expect to park your party on one of the outside benches at least an hour. The fish counter helps your wait along, offering standard chowder and shrimp cocktails you can take outside and nibble, but in my opinion the real sleeper is the moist and tasty smoked albacore.
...oh and have a jaw breaker on the way out. I have dibs on the yellow ones.
Kitschy beach institution famous for fresh, affordable seafood served on a paper plate..
Opened in 1951, this funky, bright-red beach bastion now clashes with modern townhouses and glittering luxury cars surrounding it. Inside, hanging plastic fish, old life preservers and other seafaring relics clutter the bustling two-room diner. Service ranges from rushed to downright rude. But the overall lack of refinement doesn't stop hordes of tourists and locals from waiting up to two hours for a table.
The menu reflects the day's ocean haul, from meaty, broiled broadbill swordfish to chilled, sweet Dungeness crab. A few house favorites always make the list, like the albacore appetizer, a fist-sized slab of smoky tuna; and Manhattan clam chowder, hunks of crab swimming in a rich yet gelatinous tomato-based broth. Satisfying side dishes nearly steal the spotlight, especially cheesy mashed potatoes baked to a crispy golden brown and crunchy cole slaw coated in a creamy sauce generously flecked with black pepper.
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