"It should be Boston law that if you walk past Neptune and there’s no line, you have to go inside. It doesn’t matter if you just housed a different lobster roll or a heaping plate of calamari from any of the lesser oyster bars in town. To be fair, a lineless Neptune happens about as often as a total solar eclipse over Boston, but when it does, thank whatever god you pray to and grab a bar stool. All those people standing outside on the street—tourists, sure, but also lifelong North End residents—know the same thing: Neptune is special. The tiny dining room feels like a New England travel brochure came to life and threw a great party. Shellfish is everywhere, from the shucking station in front of the window, to nearly every table, to the selection written up daily on a giant mirror behind the bar." - arden shore, team infatuation