We were steered to Grog by a salesroom an at an athletics store, who said that's where she and her friends always go. My wife and I had a great time. The beer list is overwhelming, but it was the mussels I ordered that blew me away. Swimming in a broth of white wine, dijon mustard, and garlic, I've never had better. The atmosphere is definitely down home. We had stopped in Newburyport on a whim on our our way up to Maine, but this lunch made it an unexpected treat. Next time we're in the area, we're going back to Grog.
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