Captain Bob’s
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A brass dock lantern burning over the harbour at dusk, a moored skiff below and the lit windows of the restaurant across the water.

Captain Bob’s

A harbor kitchen on the coast, open since the tide first turned.

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(508) 555-0174
A cream menu card sealed with deep red wax, the compass rose pressed into it, on a walnut table by candlelight.

Set a place

Two rooms, one kitchen, a short menu that changes with what the boats bring in.

The dining room seen from just inside the door: a brass rail along the cream wall and a candlelit table for two.

Chapter II · The room

Come in

The room is small on purpose. Every table sees the pass, and every plate leaves through one light.

Twenty-four seats. Two rooms. One kitchen.

A round pat of cultured butter on slate with the compass rose pressed into its surface, torn sourdough alongside.

First, bread

Cultured butter, sea salt from the jetty, sourdough pulled at four.

A single plate of whole grilled fish under a warm task light at the chef's pass, hands entering the frame from the left.

Then, the plate

Whole grilled fish, brown butter, lemon from the tree by the back door.

A compass rose inlaid in worn terrazzo, a waiter's shoe passing through the top of the frame.

Underfoot since 1974

The room was a chandlery before it was a kitchen. The compass stayed.

“The kind of restaurant you drive an hour for and stay three.”

Coastal Review

A guest at a window table in the dining room.

We booked for six and stayed until the chairs went up. Nobody hurried us once.

Guest · Saturday sitting

The fish had been in the water that morning. You can taste the difference between here and everywhere else.

Guest · Thursday sitting

Twenty-four seats and every one of them sees the kitchen. That is the whole trick.

Guest · Sunday sitting

Seats · The house counts

Twenty-four seats.

We turn the room twice a night

An early sitting and a late one, Tuesday through Sunday. Weekends fill first, usually a fortnight out.

The dining room after service: chairs stacked on the tables, one lamp still burning at the pass.

Your table is ready

Call the house or reserve online. We answer between noon and close — and after hours too.

(508) 555-0174
Reserve a tablePrivate dining

Parties of eight or more, and the whole room on a Monday, go through the enquiry form.

On the harbor road

14 Jetty Lane. Tuesday–Sunday, 5pm til late. Closed Mondays.

Pictures from the room

The whole gallery →
  • The dining room from just inside the door.
  • A plate finished under the task light at the pass.
  • An oyster on crushed ice with a lemon wedge.
  • The shingled front of the house at blue hour.

Chapter · From the journal

What we wrote down

Brown butter, and the occasional argument about brown butter.

What came off the boats, what went on the board, and every entry the kitchen writes between sittings. It lands here as it is finished.

Read the journal