Dinardo’s “award winning” seafood restaurant was a trip back in time. A time when waitresses cursed, beer was american, and flies were part of the ambiance. Or so they tell me.
needless to say, i loved it.
a photo book shows the love.
ps sarcasm aside, the fries were actually really good.
ps 2: i grew a really large heirloom tomato that day. bigger than a human man hand.
