Conch fritters with your feet in the sand, a fruity drink from a wooden bar — the beach-bar stops guests ask about most.
Ask us to add a lunch stop and we’ll aim the bow at one of the beach shacks we’ve been eating at our whole lives — painted picnic tables, cold drinks, conch straight off the boat.
There’s no white tablecloth within a mile, and that’s the point. You order fritters and a fruit punch, sit with your feet in the sand, and watch your boat swing on the anchor while lunch is fried to order.
Longer six-hour charters fit a lunch stop naturally. On four-hour trips we’ll tell you honestly whether there’s time, or pack the cooler heavier instead.
Cash is king at the smaller shacks — bring some small bills. Everything else, as always, is our problem.

