The Lobster Hut - Best Seafood in the World
- December 14, 2006
- Rated 5 of 5 by
HutFan from san francisco, California
Okay the title is a bit hyperbolic, but the food is fresh. I mean really, really fresh. The following is a true story...
I'm from Plymouth. I lived down the street from Town Wharf where The Hut is. I would kill for their fried clams. Absolutely melt-in-your-mouth fresh, which I've found, since leaving MA, is rare. I moved to Seattle at one point and asked a friend where I go for good clams and seafood. He suggested Ivar's Acre of Clams, so down to the waterfront I went. Hey, I thought, it's just like The Hut! On a wharf, overlooking Puget Sound and what must be the legendary clammy acre. So I ordered my favorite clam roll, looking for a taste of home, took a big ol' bite and nearly did a spit take. Nasty, frozen, rubbery strips of tastelessness. I was somewhere shocked, angry, betrayed, confused, and above all suddenly and acutely homesick. I asked the adolescent kid behind the counter where the clams came from and he pulled out a big cardboard box that read TOWN WHARF, PLYMOUTH, MA. It was the taste of home I had been looking for... only frozen solid. Be careful what you wish for.
I still go to the Hut every night I can when I am in MA. Only in Hawaii have I had fish that fresh... the Lobster roll is in its own league, the scallops are like butter, and the onion rings... dear Lord, the rings. Maybe I'm setting too high an expectation in your mind, but in my mind, there's no better clam roll anywhere. I love Jax in Boulder, I love Legal Seafood in Boston, I love that little place with Ono and chips on Front St in Lahaina... but most of all I can't wait to get back to The Hut.
Editor Pick
Lobster Hut
- September 5, 2000
- Rated 4 of 5 by
Peregrine from , New Mexico
We found this little place by asking one of the shop owners where we could get great seafood, but we wanted a local place, not a tourist restaurant. She directed us to the Lobster Hut, which was practically across the street, just down from the Mayflower.
Its a rambling sea-side "shack", right on the water. Inside, it was crowded, noisy and smelled like heaven. Like a fast food joint, you order at one window and pick up at another. We (all of us in line to order) were told in no uncertain terms that if we didn't know what we wanted, get out of line. We knew just what we wanted. I had fried clams that came in a pile at least six inches high; my mother had a broiled fish that was twice the size of the bun they served it on, and my Dad has what he considered the best lobster roll he'd ever eaten. Everything came with a mound of fries. We took our food out under the canopy where it was a little quieter and overlooks the harbor. If you angle your head right, you can see the masts of the Mayflower.
From journal Hunting Up the Past