Beach food doesn’t get much better than Joey’s. Burgers, dogs and fries; sandwiches, salads, ice cream, even seafood — it’s all there at Compo, served up quickly and efficiently by a young, friendly staff.
But I never figured out the ATM machine against the wall. If you didn’t have enough money for a lobster roll, why not just buy a cookie?
Yesterday I realized why. Two different people in front of me tried to pay by credit card — American Express, at a beach stand.
The counter guys politely pointed them to the ATM.
Mystery solved. Joey is a genius.