For the first time since I moved to this godforsaken backwater of a state, I’ve had real clams. Steamed clams. Simple. Clams, steamed, broth, drawn butter.

It’s owned and run by Mainards. Although the owner told M. he last lived between Inman and Kendall, on Windsor, a mere stone’s throw or sinle city block from the former condo. Small fucking planet.