The weathered New Pass Grill & Bait Shop building on the water, framed by palms

Our story

About & History

Nearly a century on the same stretch of water — and still pouring the coldest beer in town.

A landmark since 1929

How a hurricane made a New Pass

Sarasota County’s New Pass was cut by the hurricane of 1848. William Whitaker, a Sarasota pioneer, rode out the storm and the next morning was reported to have said, “Look, there’s a NEW PASS!”

In 1927 the citizens of Sarasota passed a bond issue, 607–20, to build a New Pass Bridge and connecting roadways. On Easter Sunday, March 31, 1929, the public crossed the bridge for the first time. The original New Pass Bait Shop was founded that same year.

It became a historical landmark, and for 53 years it buzzed with boaters and fishermen there for bait, tackle or “the coldest beer and best burgers in town.”

A bridge, a closure, a comeback

Rebuilt by the water, right where it belongs

During the 1970s, the New Pass Bridge was consistently stuck in the open position. In July 1982 the New Pass Grill and Bait Shop were forced to close, making way for a new, wider and longer bridge.

A new Grill and Bait Shop was built near the water where it stands today — along one of the most beautiful circle drives in America (Sarasota to St. Armand’s, Lido, Longboat, Anna Maria, Bradenton and back), always within sight of the bay or the Gulf of Mexico.

View from the shaded New Pass deck out across the water

The short version

Almost 100 years, in a few dates

1848

A hurricane cuts a new pass through the barrier islands — and gives the place its name.

1929

The New Pass Bridge opens on Easter Sunday; the original bait shop is founded the same year.

Today

Rebuilt by the water in the 1980s and still going — grill, bait shop and charter dock under one roof.

Yellow umbrellas and the dock at New Pass with boats on the water

Who we’re for

Family, locals & weekend warriors — all welcome

Some places get fancier as they get older. We’d rather stay the kind of spot where a charter captain, a family with sandy feet, and a regular who’s been coming for forty years all wait on the same burgers.

That’s old-Florida hospitality, and it’s the whole point.

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