Something magical happens the moment you cross onto the Hull peninsula, and it has nothing to do with cell service improving.
Hull, Massachusetts is a narrow strip of land curling into Boston Harbor like a beckoning finger, and it’s been quietly serving up some of the most incredible seafood in the entire state for as long as anyone can remember.
Most people blow right past the turnoff.
Those people are eating sad sandwiches somewhere inland right now, and they don’t even know what they’re missing…