When you are in New England (from Maine to Hyannis), you must stop at one of the dozens of clam shacks and lobster pounds that dot the coast, especially around the major beaches. Typically they are barn-like structures with picnic-table seating inside (outside during the short months of summer but watch out for the horseflies) and some of them let you lug in your own booze in a cooler. Also, plan to get messy! Grab plenty of napkins and make sure you take advantage of the deep sinks they have to wash your hands more thoroughly afterwards.
When it comes to fried clams I am a proud common sewer. MacIntire's in Georgetown in the fifties, the famous Clam Box in Ipswich, the old Gerrie's on route 28 in West Yarmouth, all the little places in Essex (where the fried clam was first fried), Larry's Clam Bar in Haverhill, Ken's on Rt. 9 in Scarboro and many, many more. Now I'm hungry...
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It took a minute to come back, it was the Woodman family in Essex that “invented” and perfected the fried clam.