The Story
It's late afternoon on the Cape Fear coast. The live oaks are holding the light the way they always do — like they don't trust the sun to come back. Someone sets sweet tea on the porch railing. The ceiling fan clicks. The oysters haven't arrived yet. But they're coming.
Chef Gregg pulls up with a full cooler and disappears into the kitchen. Your job from this point is to sit down.
The Cape Fear Table isn't a dinner service. It's what happens when you stop trying to find a restaurant and let the porch be exactly what it was designed for — good food, real people, and an evening that doesn't rush toward anything.
