"My mom brought me and my brother here maybe 20 years ago when we were kids and I have very vivid memories of sitting at the counter with a corn on the cob absolutely swimming in butter. Well, here I am all these years later with my mom, my brothers and my brothers kids eating corn on the cob that is swimming in (much much less) butter. And it is just as wonderful of a spot as I remember. We found a picnic table outside, the waiters came by and took our order, and not long later we had all of our greasy food on paper plates and plastic baskets in front of us. We got a bucket of steamers that my mom had to teach us how to eat, a basket of fried clams, a few cheese burgers, and a few corn on the cobs. Ooooooooh baby. What a spread. Now, remember. This is a dive joint. The food is greasy and it is supposed to be. It is either also known as or used to be Greasy Nick's. It's what my mom calls it, and it fits the vibe. The steamers were great, but the process of eating them was hilariously gross. This has to be one of those IYKYK situations. But, if you like buckets of mussels, this is it's less glamorous cousin. The fries were crispy and tasty, the fried clams were delisiously crunchy and greasy and I did not try the burgers but they got the greasy thumbs up. The corn on the cob that I remember oh so fondly was not the best. A lot over cooked and too soft. But soaked in butter, everything is good. Any way, go here, bring the kids, get a Root Beer. You'll love it."
