Quinn Z.
Yelp
How in the name of god do people give this place 5 stars? It is the definition of a tourist trap - overpriced and entirely unworthy of the money spent.
$22.99 got us six mostly flavorless shrimp, a thin, entirely flavorless cut of flounder that had more in common with damp cardboard than anything aquatic, and a few potato wedges. Seriously?
Good thing we ordered the $12.99 mussels, except no, not at all. Tiny, no flavor, buried in cheap marinara sauce, with more than a few being just the shells, no mussels inside. I once ordered a happy hour mussels bowl for $5 in an NYC dive bar that so entirely trounced these it's rather embarrassing. And that $5 included toasted French bread for dipping. These? Not so, which is probably a good thing - something tells me Mike would market it as garlic bread and charge $8.
We finished this "meal" (well, I did, she couldn't bring herself to eat another bite of the fish and I hate wasting food) and then consoled ourselves with the fact that we had some cold beers in the fridge to wash the taste down and try and fill our stomachs with.
The only redeeming factor? The staff were nice. All except Mike that is. I haven't met the man - hell, he could be lovely - but given the money pouring into his kitchen in exchange for the garbage coming out, he certainly deserves some form of culinary reckoning. Maybe being forced to eat nothing but his own food for a summer. The horror!