They are a rare breed. Loyal. Unfussy. They don’t care about food trends. They care about a good, honest pie.
One regular, a retired dockworker, told a reviewer: “I’ve eaten these since I was a boy. My teeth are gone. The eels are still here.” That’s commitment.
You’ll see grandfathers bringing grandchildren. The kids squirm. The grandpa smiles. Tradition is being passed through a slippery tube of protein.
