If I recall correctly, I used to beg my parents to stop here on our way to Ocean City when I was little. So I’m in the region — I have to stop, right? I suppose that some childhood wishes are best left unfulfilled. Yet it did have an authentic old-school sense of tacky fun.
Allegedly, it’s the home of “America’s Best Shoofly Pie” (there’s an oxymoron in there somewhere . . . shoofly is just plain yucky!)
Form your own opinion . . . order their shoofly pie by mail : )