There’s a magical place where the Chesapeake Bay kisses the Eastern Shore, where crabs are served with views that make you forget your troubles, and where sandy feet are practically the dress code – ...
This isn’t your run-of-the-mill New England eatery; it’s a time machine disguised as a lunch cart, transporting you to an era when diners were the social hubs of communities, cheeseburgers were works ...
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