The table was antique, horizontal 8-lite fenestration with backlit, broken colored glass. Cool.
They had Pacifico.
I could see the line from my seat, and watch them work.
The shop talk was about surfing (standup barrels at Fight House, and locals at Mavs) and marathoning.
The crabcakes were huge and juicy.
The tuna was fresh and so rare that it was cold in the middle.
There was bread pudding for dessert.