The story
A shack at the end of the road.
The Cape Neddick point is where the pavement runs out and the granite takes over. It's been a stopping place for generations of families driving Route 1A — a place to crack a claw, drip butter on your shirt, and watch the beam sweep the water.
We keep it simple on purpose. Traps come in, pots go on, chowder gets stirred, rolls get toasted. Kids press their noses to the tank while parents finally sit down. When the sun drops behind the trees and the Nubble's lamp comes on, the whole dining room quiets down for a second.
"Butter, salt, granite, and a good view. That's the recipe."
You'll find us on the point year-round the light burns — a summer place with winter bones. Come hungry. Bring a jacket. Save room for pie.