Sarah Spiegelman decides that sometimes its better to be a horrible Jew than to be a hungry Jew.
Text And Photos By Sarah Spiegelman
Being Jewish has so many fun things about it. The huge family dinners where your grandmother guilts you into eating huge quantities of saltless food. The bar and bat mitzvahs that record in photographs the ugliest times of your lives. The hamburgers – NEVER, EVER CHEESEBURGERS – that must be eaten sans milkshakes. Okay, so these aren’t the best parts of my culture. In fact, they are some of the most annoying parts. They are the reason that I cannot help myself from going against the grain.
Look at what this place is called for instance. You think the people that own Klein’s Fishmarket, Grill, and Waterside Cafe are Protestants? Probably not. And look at the gorgeous menu chock full of shellfish and pork.
4) Dip it in clam broth first, to rid it of any residual sand, then into the melted butter and enjoy the briny, tender, sweet, buttery, juicy, flavorful mollusk and hope that the Lord does not smite you on the spot.
As long as you are still alive, on to:
The crabcake sliders. Pan fried to crispy perfection, loaded with rich crab and just a touch of buttery breadcrumbs. Spread with a caper, chili sauce, and mayonnaise remoulade that was creamy, tangy, salty, and sweet, the slider was a bite of heaven on the soft potato roll.
It paired perfectly with:
Cream, butter, thyme, butter, clams, butter, bacon, butter, potatoes, butter, onions, BUTTER…this clam chowder was reminiscent of the my Proust-ian relationship with clam chowder at Disneyland’s New Orleans Square. Rich, buttery, almost embarassingly thick…this tasted more of potatoes than clams. Usually I would hate that, but since it reminds me of childhood, I felt at once giddy and satiated…and forgot that i was sinning.