Since 1977 this classic bar and waterfront restaurant has been serving the hungry masses and off the bus tourists looking for a fresh taste of the sea. With the heavens crying the patio is closed so The Monster must enjoy J’s inside at a table by the bar. Gruff men with mustaches that make The Monster jealous rip apart their food while downing cold beer number three as Huey Lewis croons over the speakers.
The interior is dark, fake wood walls lined with framed images of the sea. The bar itself dominates the room, a square lined by high stools. Everyone who works here looks like part of the original decor. It’s like they are straight out of central casting. It’s a perfect antidote to the more commercial (but enjoyable) Portland Lobster Company. Being at J’s one actually could picture themselves a local, escaping into the cozy environs to share a laugh and meal with old friends.