Walking into the Frog House, you're met with an olfactory assault of wax, wetsuit and fiberglass while tripping over a leash as some towhead grom is putting fins on in the middle of the aisle. It looks as though a surf-obsessed fifth-grader decorated (or defaced )the shop with pictures of surfing and odd combos of broken fins, taxidermied sharks, a dive helmet with a woman's head inside, and a surf mural on the outside wall of the shop. But that's what you get when the owner has been around... More »
