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| The Woodshed. For years, I drove past this place with its vast parking lot with the multitude of large four-wheel drive vehicles for sale, its deer head right above the door, and its live bait dispenser conveniently located by the pay phone. For all the years I drove past, I would have never imagined myself actually entering the place. But Glen and Brenda convinced me that this was the place we had to make our next food stop. The term "woodshed," for me, anyway, evokes feelings of extreme temperatures, hard work, sharp tools, mouse poison, cobwebs, and the smell of two-stroke oil. With all the evidence on the outside of this particular Woodshed, I would have expected to find all of the above items inside, as well.
The Woodshed was nothing like I imagined. Though nestled solidly in the Pine Barrens, its decor was reminiscent of a pub
along the shore: maps, pictures of fishing boats, etc. Also, there was a lot of seafood on the menu. I should have taken better
notes, but apparently I was too hungry. Most of it was fried food, but very good fried food.
So stop there when you get a chance. And on your way out, get some live bait from the live bait dispenser.
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