In 2016, that spot is Portland, Maine, which has all
the crunchy fried clams and tugboats of a classic New England getaway, along with the dining chops of a larger place.
But if you want to win my heart, here is what you do: drive up to Ipswich, Mass, buy me the largest basket of
fried clams they sell, and instantaneously transport them back to Brooklyn, where they'll arrive briny and still
crunchy and perfect.