This place is underneath where the Whitehall Club used to be. I remember going there with other jerk buddies to listen to Rush sing "I got the Music in Me" and other 70's pop trash. Ahh those were the days. 18 year olds could legally get smelly drunk and, less legally, drive around OOB and catcall out windows. Back to the restaurant. It is a good place to go. I take my mother here whenever I come to town. She insists, even though it is hard for an older person to walk from the parking lot into the establishment. You have too walk over a bunch of construction rocks or fresh mud. Sometimes they charge in the parking lot. And I mean charge. The attendant runs out to your car as if you were going to park and escape before giving him his five bucks. So, the place serves dynamite beach food. Try the lobster rolls. They are generous with the portions. The bread is overflowing with meat. There are other entrees, too. They have a troubadour there who sings mostly Dylanesque protest songs. I know I have been talking more about the atmosphere than about the food, but then it is the setting and character that somehow makes the food more appealing. The place is a little cramped, but as the other reviewers wrote, the staff is friendly.
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