Tag Archives: fried clams

Deja Vu From Holyoke

October 19, 2021 – 11:49 am

Several years ago I visited Boston’s Museum of Fine Arts for the first time in decades. My sister, her husband, and daughter slowly inspected each and every painting, while I sought out Northeast classics such as Fitz Hugh Lane’s OWL’S HEAD, Winslow Homer’s THE FOG, and Childe Hassam’s BOSTON COMMONS AT SUNSET. I have admired […]

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Mussels Oh Yeah

July 4, 2021 – 3:34 pm

Last week I rode down to Little Neck Restaurant off the Gowanus Canal to sampled their Fried Clams. $22. I was thoroughly disappointed by their offering. Even the extinct HoJo clam strips were better than these measly clams, which had no bellies and were mostly Batter and fries. Yesterday I purchased little neck clams from […]

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Gas, Fast Food, Cars

April 25, 2021 – 2:53 pm

Today the Boston Celtics kicked off the NBA Sunday games against the Charlotte Hornets. They played like a team who had survived a BBQ dinner followed by a clandestine soiree at a crack den whorehouse and a dawn limo ride to their hotel. This team has no soul and have no chance of going anywhere […]

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THE SOUTH SHORE TO MAINE by Quentin Sprague

October 19, 2018 – 10:18 pm

Late summer I am sitting at the 169 with Peter Nolan Smith. He comes from New England. Same as me. Franny Fitzpatrick hit the beach at the Bay of Pigs. Hull fried clams Boston. Boston. Talk heroin. Not a joke in New England thanks the Big Pharma. Boston Boston. Quincy Quarries. They were a boy’s […]

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FRIED CLAMS ON THE F TRAIN by Peter Nolan Smith

October 4, 2017 – 12:33 pm

Yesterday I rode the subway home to Fort Greene. I edited a long short story about a softball game in 1986 with pen. The 30ish woman seated next to me slurped a big container of Dunkin’ Donuts slop. The brunette fell asleep and the cup dropped from her hand. Thankfully the lid held firm and […]

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