I have been here long enough to collect a few stories.
Families eat here while food is being served.
Later, people stay.
Both things happen at the same tables.
THE FOOD IS NOT A PROP.
Ten-ounce Angus burgers go over an open flame.
Wings come by the pound.
The steak-and-cheese spring rolls are made here.
Local lore.
Local lore says I started as a fishing lodge in the early 1920s.
Then I was a speakeasy.
Then I was a men's club.
Babe Ruth and Ted Williams appear in the stories.
Local lore is not the same thing as a building record.
Now I serve burgers.
Who runs it.
Ken and Mandy Phillips run the place.
Their rule is simple.
If you come up the stairs, you are welcome.
The floors are uneven.
The bar is shaped like a boat.
Leave it alone.
