Today is a bittersweet day for us as fans of The Quahog Republic. While we congratulate them for their victory at the WMVY Big Chili Contest yesterday, we also bring this photo of their original location being torn down.
The OG Quahog Republic, A.K.A. The Mashnee Island Beach Club, was a classic tale of the fun police taking a gem from us. The place was an absolute blast. The owners, the staff, the entertainment, the food, the patrons and the location all combined for one of those “lightning in a bottle” situations.
Unfortunately on Cape Cod if you have too much fun and too much of a good thing it will soon come to an end. The neighbors started complaining and eventually drove the normal, fun loving people out. R.I.P. OG QR, you had a good run and provided us with a lot of memories.
P.S. Fuck the fun police!
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Brings a tear to my eye…So many fun days, nights, late night runs from the Chappy Grill to the beach club.
We were their first wedding too!
Fuckin asshole residents. Go fuck yourselfs and shame on you. I hope you get cancer of the asshole and die a painful death you cocksuckers.
I lived across the street in the summer and the noise was never an issue. I actually enjoyed it. I know the people who complained. Old timers wanting their island back. It was an all private island when they purchased their homes and they wanted to keep it that way. Well now you are recognized as the stuck up snotty people of the cape. Pretty sad. I miis it there growing up. The boat and bottle…swimming pool, it was the place to hang out but the island wouldn’t do anything about that as well. It lost its magical touch until Eric brought it back just to be shot down once again. To be honest I can’t even drive over the dike road anymore.
Mashnee island was a magical place for me growing up. I had my first frozen 3 musketeers bar there in the club house, saw the first man land on the moon from a small TV and spent every night at the club house with weenie roasts, bingo, dances,swimming in the pool then right to the beach where you always knew someone and friends from previous years coming back to indulge in a freedom that most kids today at a young age cannot even fathom without parents permission. We never knew what or where our parents spent most of there time but if you went up stairs to the club house you always could find them or someone knew where they where. I specifically remember the bottoms of my feet being so calloused from running on the stone roads after a month of pure bliss! Ahhh the memories!
The casino as well
The casino as well