Remember that movie where George Clooney is all like "WE CAUGHT MAD SWORDFISH!" and Matt Damon is like "Yeah, but this Doppler though..."? Of course you do. It's called The Perfect Storm, and it's a tremendous film. What does this have to do with The Box, a down-home ACK sea shack that, at one point in its 65-year history, did actually serve chicken? So glad you asked.
First, it's a regular hangout of Nantucket's fishermen, who are as indispensable to The Box's character as the license plates, seafaring paraphernalia, and assorted Nantucket knick-knackery that adorn the walls. Everyone knows bros are the original fishermen. Second, "the perfect storm" is a frighteningly prescient allegory for the chaotic orgy of Ivy Leaguers, Massholes & McGillicuddy's that touches down during big island-wide events. Notably, Figawi, a Memorial Day weekend boat race/hajj/rager whose siren song is impossible for LL Bean-wearing, oversand permit-fetishizing New England bros to resist. A perfect storm, indeed.