Why it's called Big Dean's Muscle Inn Cafe is anybody's guess.  No one here is big, named Dean or has muscles—big beer bellies maybe—and the only exercise that patrons are performing are 12 oz. curls and sprints to the bathroom.  The beer is cheap and so is the conversation at Big Dean's Muscle Inn Cafe. With a localized crowd and a few tourists, this is a great spot to grab a cold one after the beach and talk nonsense to nobody. 

— Buddy Seigel