what's not to like about buck-a-shuck oysters and a sunny patio? epitome of local haunt vibes, this place is perfect for eating a weird amount of shellfish with your pals.
service can be prettyyyy slow during happy hour. the servers seem to give no cares, which could be infuriating, but they're so sweet that their ambivalence is kinda charming? idk. maybe (definitely) i'm more emo generous when things are cheap and i've had 2 ciders.