This might be a decent restaurant if the management spent more time on cuisine and less time trumpeting their far-right agenda. You'll find flags and bombast aplenty, but you won't find Perrier here; they boycott all things French even after Congress has rehabilitated "freedom fries". Perhaps the "Lebanese olive oil" on the indifferent house salad will be the next victim of Croakers' culinary bigotry. And I suspect they're still sore about Pearl Harbor, because you won't find anything resembling sashimi on the menu. Instead, they turn their deep fryer into a W.M.D., transforming soft-shell crabs into a sodden, greasy quagmire - I spent the night popping antacids and wishing I'd had bouillabaisse. Avoid this gastronomic Guantánamo and go elsewhere for your seafood.
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