About

It was a cold, dank January day, back in '94 when our mother, Maria, took her daily walk to Misquamicut Beach. Usually she'd be a speed walker with blinders on. This wasn't one of those days. Suddenly, like a pelican flying over Juno Beach, who spotted a fish, she noticed it! Things would never be the same again.

She made a u-turn and headed home to tell us the news. Luckily she didn't have too far to walk because our home was The Breezeway Resort. The Breezeway Resort has a similar story, but if you'd like, I'll have my father come to your table and tell you over a snifter of Fernetto Branca. If you're late for a movie, you'd better pass on this.

When Maria reached home her cheeks were red like the radicchio in our Arugula Salad and she was out of breath. "Was something wrong?" we wondered. As she spoke, everything became very clear. As my father paced inside of the house wearing his winter coat and famous bocci cap, my mother said, "Nicola, guess what, Dino's is for sale!" My initial reaction was, "We've all gone off the deep end!" Then, silence flooded the room, as we all looked at each other with that knowing glance. Dino's Seafood House was destined to become Maria's Seaside Cafe.