Opening in 1914, Woodman’s proclaims itself as the first of the area’s clam shacks. I don’t know if I fell for the advertising but it seemed as though I ought to order a plate of “Chubby’s Original Fried Clams”. It’s all self service. You order at one point and, a few minutes later, pick up your freshly cooked lunch from another point.
And what you’re picking up is a vast mountain of deep fried, crispy loveliness – sweet clams, delicious onions, in a light batter and some excellent chips (or fries as Americans call them). There really is enough for two. Well, p[erhaps not, if yuo’re as greedy with this sort of food as I am.
My partner had gone with something altogether more modest. A lobster roll – generously filled with the seafood and lightly bound together with mayo. The roll – nothing fancy – just toasted bread, offering a little crispness, in contrast to the soft succulence of the lobster.
It isn’t food you could eat everyday. Nor, truth be told, is it food you’d want to eat every day. But, now and again........
(Mods - apologies if Essex is not regarded as Greater Boston. My knowledge of local geography is only as good as you'd expect from a visiting foreigner. Please move if appropriate)