Compiled between engine jobs on the Miami River. These are the spots that know what a real crab claw and a cold beer are supposed to taste like after a ten hour shift elbow deep in a bilge. No tasting menus, no foam, just food that works as hard as the boats I fix.
Old as diesel engines and twice as reliable. The wait's a PAIN but the mustard sauce justifies the whole ordeal. Take Away window skips the line if you're smart.