on December 14, 2006
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.
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