Where Friends Meet and New Friends are Met
Good Food, Good Friends, Good Cheer!
Every town has one . . . that neighborhood gathering place where friends meet for a drink, some conversation and conviviality, where upon entry you’re greeted with a smile and a thanks for coming, and where, when you get hungry, a table is waiting and the food is solid, as is the service.
In Orleans, we’re that place – The Yardarm. Since 1972, we’ve been the spot on Outer Cape Cod where friends meet and friends are made. Local color abounds, from fishermen to physicians, tradesmen to tourists, all rubbing elbows at the bar and extending conversation from table to table while the Red Sox or the Patriots appear on our many TVs.
Our restaurant has an extensive menu of local seafoods, chowders and soups, steaks and burgers. Every day the Specials Board goes up with even more offerings to tempt you with appetizers and finger foods, the day’s fresh catch right off the boat, the burger of the day, the lunch specials and much more.
M any, many years ago, there was nothin’, so it appears kinda doubtful that the Yardarm was open. Okay, so maybe a few shrubs and a tick or two, but definitely not a restaurant. Dinosaurs came and turned to fossils, none of which have turned up in our cellar. Then it got down right chilly for a million years, or what seemed like forever, kinda like watching Meet Joe Black. Then in 1492, Chris kinda had nothin’ ta do. “So,” he said, “We need a place for a national pastime.” This sent Betsy Ross into stitches, and she said “Now we need a national anthem.” Enter Francis Scott Key. Ben Franklin, high as a kite, bellowed out, “Hi, Boy, now we can play night games.” All else continued dull and lackluster and everyone kinda had nothin’ ta do, till you guessed it, 1972
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