Author page: Frederick-Lightbourn

Close your eyes and imagine this: you're sitting at our restaurant by the sea, Bahamian breeze carrying the scent of lime and thyme, watching the sun paint the sky in shades of mango and conch shell pink. Now take that first bite of our perfectly seasoned grouper. That, my friends, is the taste of The…

Every morning before the sun kisses the horizon, I'm already thinking about the boats coming in. After thirty-five years at The Poop Deck—starting as a wide-eyed fifteen-year-old who could barely reach over the ice bins—I still get that same flutter of excitement when I see our fishermen returning with their bounty. You know, when…

People often ask me, "Freddie, what's the secret to being the oldest seaside restaurant in The Bahamas?" The answer isn't found in any recipe book—it's written in the smiles of three generations of families who've made us their tradition. When Gianni and Eloy first opened our doors in 1972, they understood something profound: you can't…

Cue the giggles from the kids at table twelve. Every single day, without fail, someone asks me about our name with that slightly embarrassed grin. "Freddie," they'll whisper, "what exactly is a Poop Deck?" And every single time, I smile because I get to share one of my favorite stories about maritime tradition and island…