You are the waiter at this diminutive restaurant/bistro. You’re also in Barbara’s house – her front verandah to be more exact, so tread carefully. When you’ve decided what you want, take the menu into the front room and holler through the kitchen hatch at the busy Barbara as she scurries around the kitchen. Hey presto, 15 minutes later out comes fish and chips, a juicy burger or a plate of homemade crab cakes. It’s rather quaint, once you get your head round the system. Barbara’s is situated on the road north out of Dewey toward the airport.