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History of Captain Scott's

Captain Scott's Lobster Dock has been nestled in between the docks of New London CT since 1996. This waterfront establishment is a hidden gem in Southeastern CT.

A summer dining destination is owned by former lobsterman Tom Eshenfelder and his sister Susan Tierney, is a local landmark for its lobster rolls, fried seafood, clam fritters and chowder. 

Captain Scott's- named after Captain Thomas A. Scott, a master marine construction company who built the Race Rock Lighthouse. Open for over 20 years, situated in Shaw's Cove in a secluded spot between a busy marina and railroad tracks.

Captain Scott's  just a old warn down garage on the docks and the Eshenfelder family had a vision with the now a outdoor dining restaurant that offers seating for about 300 diners. with picnic tables positioned along the waterfront with the best view in New London. 

The visionary himself Tom Eshenfelder passed away early in 2024. He left a hole in the heart of New London, CT and throughout the state. He was a living legend, a personality larger than life, and a friend to anyone who was willing to listen. He saw the potential in this old garage back in the 1990's and helped turn it into the summer destination in CT for the best known lobster rolls.  He saw potential in everyone. He had a huge heart and was man of many talents, from fisherman to businessman running the family restaurant Captain Scott's. If Esh wanted to do something he did it. He now will be back again with his daughter Emily and be running the show from above. He will be missed.


"Sunset and evening star,
      And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
      When I put out to sea,

   But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
      Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
      Turns again home.

   Twilight and evening bell,
      And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
      When I embark;

   For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
      The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
      When I have crost the bar."



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