Okay on the cape for a bit and on a cloudy day hit Chatham in order to satisfy the SO and her sister's desire to go into stores that smell like somebody's grandmother's poupourri with lots of pink seashell / mermaid / lobster crap.
I bought myself a shirt that said wicked pissah.
To cut to the chow chase. Best frickin' fried clams I've had in a while at the Chatham Squire.
Spot on perfect. Waiter tried to talk me into strips "the ones with bellies are kinda gooey." Ya right kiddo.
10+ on the fried clams. Cannot be improved upon. Fries were solid. Slaw was average. Who gives a crap about the slaw? srsly?
Portion, for $21 was verging on very large. No complaints there.
The SO ordered some garlic marinated then deep fried shrimp abomination. I was horrified. Guess what, it was ffing delicious too. It was the special of the day, and at $11 a serious bargain. They must have marinated the shrimp first then given them a slightly different (herby?) coating and another superb fry job. They were garlicky yummy inside and perfectly fried out.
The clams also passed the "hour later" test. No nasty fry job stomach gurgles after the fact.
Those clams rock. I want more NOW!
The waiter and the proprietor made it VERY clear that they take the food seriously. Wonder how the burger is.
Ambience is "beat on Cape Pub" with goofy license plates on the wall. This was in the bar. The resto looked a smidge more polished.
Yum, did I mention I want more NOW!