It’s a bird! It’s a plane! Oh, wait a minute…it is a bird…and that bird is Zorro Duck! And when he and any of the other members of the flock are passing through Atlantic City they are sure to make a pit stop at Ducktown Tavern.
Ducktown Tavern which opened in 1995 gets it’s name from the Ducktown area of Atlantic City (stretching from Missouri Avenue to Texas Avenue). How did this area of Atlantic City get the name Ducktown? Glad you asked. Italian immigrants heavily settled Ducktown in the early 1900s and named it for the duck houses they built along the bayfront, where they raised poultry and waterfowl. It is now mostly an Italian American community.
Zorro Duck: “Fighting crime makes me hungry and thirsty. I must stop at Ducktown Tavern!”
Snucki loves to hang out there, too.
Snucki: “I’m always down for drinks at Ducktown Tavern! Where else is a little gui-duck gonna go?!”
There is even a Ducktown Tavern firetruck!
Cheese Duck: “I wanna take a ride on that Ducktruck!”
Another shot of the ducktruck.
Cheese Duck: “The ducktruck puts a smile on my beak.”
Cheese Duck: “Watch out where you put out that cigar, duck. You don’t want to start any fires. Good thing there’s a fire ducktruck here at Ducktown Tavern. Seems this guy likes to smoke a lot of cigars. Heeheehee. Well, off to join the rest of the flock at Ducktown Tavern. Until next time! Chow!”
M.C. Quacker (on the right): “I’m on a boat motherducker take a look at me,
