OK. So now that you've decided to vacation on the Outer Cape, you pretty much have to have at least one meal at a clam shack. It's, like, a rule (not to mention a necessity -- once you're north of the Orleans circle, chain restaurants vanish). But with so many places to choose from, each insisting that it has the
best fried clams on the Cape, how do you pick?
My sister and I decided that we'd take Food and Wine's word for it and try Arnold's, conveniently located on Route 6, about 3 miles north of our rental.
Perhaps Arnold's was a real shack once, but it's gotten considerably less shacky over the years -- it has a well-manicured lawn and beds of widlflowers that provide a wild profusion of color, an ATM (useful since it's a cash only restaurant), windows that sell ice cream, a rustic dining room, and a screened-in patio with picnic tables.
We had an inkling that Food and Wine might be on to something when we saw the policeman employed to direct traffic into, out of, and around Arnold's. Luckily, we snagged a parking spot and headed for the seemingly unending line that wound out of the building and around the ice cream windows. The guy in front of us suggested that we use our cell phones to call into the restaurant and place our order (yeah, we brough cells on vacation -- my excuse is that the Marshview Cottage has no phone). We thought he was kidding. He wasn't.
The line moved fast enough to get to where we could place our orders and pay -- that took 20 minutes. Then we sat on the benches that run the length of the front room to wait for our fried clams, lobster roll, onion rings, and corn on the cob to come up. We waited, and waited, and waited until at last -- 45 minutes later -- our order was ready. So was it worth the wait?
Yes, yes, yes! The famous onion rings were great -- a mountain of thin-cut onions, lightly dipped in seasoned flour and fried. The lobster roll was exceptional, too. Oddly, the roll wasn't toasted, but the lobster-to-mayo-and-iceburg-lettuce ratio was perfect -- big sweet chunks of claw and tail, lightly napped with mayo and served with just enough lettuce for crunch. And the clams? Fresh and slightly briny like the sea, with a non-greasy breading that held up amazingly well during the car ride home.
Our only regrets? That we didn't try the fried Wellfleet oysters, too. And that we didn't take that guy in line seriously.