I am a fried clam with the bellies nutcase. Growing up in Boston, I took this treat for granted as I could get them whenever I wanted. Worst case scenario was clam strips at Howard Johnson’s, a 5 cent MTA ride away. Living on the West Coast, fried clams with the bellies is just not a possibility unless I make them myself.
So every trip back East must include a restaurant serving fried clams. On our last trip to New York, we, of course, went to Mary’s Fish Camp. They open at noon and we were there at 11:55, ready and waiting.
A Dozen Malpeque Oysters with Blush Mignonette – good, but at Neptune Oyster in Boston you get a choice of at least 9 different types of oysters from both the East and West Coast
Fish Camp Oyster Po Boy – John liked this but thought Casamento’s in New Orleans was much better.
Fried Clam Roll with Celery Root Remoulade – good, but I actually prefer the fried clams at Neptune Oyster in Boston
1/2 order of Neptune’s clams – we always order the clams as a split so the second split is as hot as the first split.