I grew up on coastal New Hampshire next door to my father's seafood restaurant. His place was opened only seasonally and named,
The Pirate's Cove Restaurant and Peg Leg Lounge. It was set directly on the beach with a heavy pirate theme, inside and out. On a recent visit back east I visited the tourist trap that is Hampton Beach, N.H., about 8 miles south, and encountered two related examples of this history of mine.
First is the only seasonal McDonald's in the country.
It's across the street from the beach and in the winter is barricaded from the lashing winds and sand that blow through this giant t-shirt stand.
The other is a block away, and hard to believe, I'd never noticed it before.
My Dad would have snatched this up and placed it in the center his parking lot, had he the chance.
