Wednesday, July 31, 2013

Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay - Smitty's Clam Bar, Somers Point, NJ


A ten-minute drive from the tourist traps along the Jersey shore boardwalks, Somers Point, a sleepy and oft-overlooked marina village on the bay, is home to one of the greatest seafood dives on the East Coast - Smitty’s Clam Bar. While it might seem obvious that you can get great seafood near the coast, palatable dining on the Jersey shore is surprisingly hard to come by. Restaurants seem to come and go with each summer season, aside from a few classics that withstand the yearly ebb and flow of visitors. Throughout most of my childhood, my family spent many steamy summer nights at Smitty’s, filling up on fresh fish and fried clams on our way from Atlantic City to ride the rides at Wonderland Pier in Ocean City.


Smitty’s is universally beloved by a loyal following of diners. Come Memorial Day, chowderheads line up snarling to fight for first-come bar seating or brave the hour-long wait for a table inside, pacifying their children with cartons of french fries. The food is just that good. Arriving just before Memorial Day, we luckily missed the sideshow.

We each ordered a cup of the red clam chowder, served spilling over the side with a packet of saltines. The tomato stock is rich, and well-seasoned, thick with potatoes, carrots and giant, meaty pieces of clam. For addicts, Smitty’s sells quarts of the stuff that you can take home, freeze, and eat in the dead of winter when you’re aching for summer.

The tuna.
The fish is gratuitously sauced in simple elements like garlic, lemon, and olive oil. It’s broiled in a ceramic dish which gives the fish the ultimate balance of a crispy exterior and delicate inside. We picked the mako shark and the tuna, both sizzling in a soy, ginger, and wasabi blend. It’s a powerful feeling to consume something with the capability of eating you. The food is not about revisionism, it’s about freshness and flavor, the way great seafood should be.
The mako shark.
The elderly couple that sat down next to us were clearly regulars, greeted with everything short of a kiss from the entire staff. Their adorable waitress knew their order by heart, including the gentleman’s birch beer. It’s Cheers in real life, for the Jersey shore set.

The place is not by any means fancy, with plastic chairs, specials scribbled on a white board, and their menus designed in crayon by the youngest patrons. But sitting dockside, twenty feet from where your dinner was plucked, makes for one of the most authentic dining experiences on Earth.

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