One of my Nonnie's favorites and my mother's as well. Softshell crab, fresh from the deep fryer, on toast with a slice of lettuce, tartar sauce and squeeze of lemon. In the months without an R there it did not take much convincing to get everybody into the Plymouth for a drive to Jimmies of Savin Rock. The outdoor Jimmies, not the restaurant that followed it. Jimmie himself behind the front facing counter/grill taking orders and shouting them back. Hamburgh Wha-one! Hot Dog Twoooo!
If there is a heaven I have to believe that there is a summer seafood shack there, just off the beach with the sea smell mixing with the smells of fried food. And now that it is summer, I hope that my grandmother and mother have made their way there for their crabs, with my father and grandfather in tow, so they can belly up to the raw bar to enjoy their favorite, fresh clams on the half shell,
Dinner tonight sure brought back some wonderful memories.
If there is a heaven I have to believe that there is a summer seafood shack there, just off the beach with the sea smell mixing with the smells of fried food. And now that it is summer, I hope that my grandmother and mother have made their way there for their crabs, with my father and grandfather in tow, so they can belly up to the raw bar to enjoy their favorite, fresh clams on the half shell,
Dinner tonight sure brought back some wonderful memories.
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