Guests are cared for by a staff of motherly y’ats: locals with a Brooklyn-sounding accent who greet everyone with the phrase Where y’at” (translation: Where are you at?). The portions are huge. The onion rings arrive with large tongs. Three seafood platters can feed five hungry men. This neighbourhood joint looks like a roadhouse and specialises in fried and broiled seafood. The crowd is one-quarter Bywater hipsters and three-quarters families. Stop by on Thursday night