Tiki torches line the deck before sunset, casting enough light to navigate the path from the bar to the railing where the water stretches flat to the horizon. The drink menu warns patrons not to ask what goes into the purple drink, plus the warning is part of the appeal.
Fried perch arrives on platters big enough to share, accompanied by seasoned fries plus a relish tray that nobody ordered but everyone finishes. Boats drift past the railing throughout the evening, their running lights replacing the sun as the sky shifts from gold to pink to deep blue.
String lights reflect off the water once darkness settles in, plus a breeze carries the sound of whatever the speaker system is playing across the deck…