Category Archives: Coney Island

The Warm-up

After quite possibly years of discussion, the NJ Hot Dog Invitational occurred yesterday. I’ll have pictures and a write-up later this week. For now, I give you a few dogs from Nathan’s, which we enjoyed on Saturday. It was a beautiful day, and although a good chunk of Coney Island has been gutted or closed, there’s still a lot to experience. And taste. Nathan’s was, as always, quite good. I would have liked mine a bit more well done (love a crispy dog), but when you’re dealing with such a high-volume establishment, you don’t get to pick and choose. Our friends from London, who were having their first CI experience, opted for the chili dogs. They seemed to enjoy them, although the comment I remember (re: the chili itself, as Lee stared at his fingers in fascination) was, “It stains!”

Grease Is The Word

My level of fried clam consumption has been abnormally high this week. Like, I had them twice. And while that may not sound like much, if you take into consideration the fact that I haven’t had any in at least a year then this qualifies as a clamstravaganza, a veritable clam orgy. On one hand – YAY! I love clams! On the other hand – BOO! They weren’t that great, and I’ve got indigestion! Several days of groaning and reaching for the Pepto and I don’t even have the consolation of thinking,”Well… at least those little guys were delicious.”

Sigh.

But anyway. On to the report. Round #1 in the bivalve stakes took place at some place on the way back from East Hampton (E&J’s Clambake, maybe?). Gracie and I shared the clam platter, which was supposed to entail fried clams, french fries, coleslaw, and lettuce/tomato (why the latter is included, I have no idea – it’s not like they give you a roll or anything to make a sandwich, and it’s just a wilted piece of iceberg and a sad greenish-white tom. slice sitting there in a depressing little heap). The coleslaw never materialized, and we were too scared to go back in to demand it (more on that later) so I can’t comment on it. Shame, as it looked delicious. The clams were big and pretty tender, though verging on mushy, and a bit overwhelmed by the nicely seasoned breading. I would have liked slightly less starch and more actual seafood flavor. Still – not bad. I’d give it a 6.5. We also split an order of peel and eat shrimp (fresh and sweet), which at $8.95 seemed like a bargain. Those were more like an 8.

G and I didn’t come out of the experience too badly, but I feel duty-bound to mention that no one else was that satisfied with their food. The mahi-mahi sandwich came in for particular abuse and the crab salad was derided for being a bit one-note in terms of flavor, while another member of our party had the the fried clam roll and suffered from stodge overload. Also, as I alluded to above, the restaurant itself was just kind of strange. The kid taking our orders looked like he wanted to hang himself and was being continually screamed at from the kitchen by some heavily-accented Long Islander who sounded as if he’d come from Central Casting. Between the two of them I didn’t really fancy stepping in to say, “Excuse me, chaps, but it looks as if someone forgot the coleslaw.”

Oh, and the outdoor patio we were seated on almost caught fire. So, kind of theatrical – yes. Great food – no.

Round #2 took place last night at Coney Island, where Gracie and I went to see the Brooklyn Cyclones play the Staten Island Yankees. Our seats were good and the stadium is charming, but we were somehow in the middle of a 40+ member extended Brooklyn family (seemingly chosen by the same casting agent as the seafood shack shouter) who’d block-bought tickets for a big summer outing. This combined with the relatively slow action on the field led us out of the park by the 4th inning and out to the boardwalk in search of real entertainment (not before we enjoyed an EXCELLENT order of curly fries, though).

After a stroll around Astroland and the Wonder Wheel park, we got an order of fried clams from the Gyro Hut or Gyro House (the big place on the boardwalk next to Ruby’s) or whatever it’s called. They were pretty nasty, frankly. Little rubberband-esque strips and chewy bits thickly coated, HoJo’s style. Still, they were hot and freshly-fried and let’s face it – greasy food straight from the deep-fryer is often very, very tasty in its own revolting way. The “clams” were served atop a bed of what looked like delicious thick-cut french fries, but one bite was enough to convince each of us that the something was seriously wrong. Upon reflection I think that the fries were cooked much earlier then sat around until needed, when they were thrown back into the (not particularly clean) oil for a second heating. Feh!

As often happens, the best clams I had this month were ones I made myself based on a Mark Bittman recipe. Here you go:

2 dozen littleneck clams, scrubbed

4 cloves garlic, finely chopped

1 fat jalapeno, chopped and partially de-seeded

1 can coconut milk

1 cup chicken or veg stock

several healthy glugs of olive oil

Sautee the garlic and jalapeno in the olive oil over medium-high heat. Once the aroma comes out, add the clams and stir around for a minute or two then add the chicken broth and about 2/3 of the can of coconut milk (you want the thick, creamy part that rises to the top and some of the watery stuff). Bring it all to a rolling boil, and wait for the clams to pop open. Voila. C’est ca.