If you’ve ever wondered how a tiny, neon‑lit shack in Phoenix could make you feel like you’ve just stepped onto a bustling boardwalk in Maine, you’re not alone.
I stumbled upon this old‑school seafood joint on a sleepy Tuesday afternoon, drawn in by the scent of sizzling butter and the faint sound of a radio playing 80‑s rock classics. The place have a menu that feels like it was lifted straight from a family recipe notebook.
What’s even better? The prices are so friendly they’ll have you thinking, “Did I just pay for a fish taco or a cup of coffee?”…