lobster roll at mary’s fish camp . mmm … take a moment to drool . there is no such thing as a bad lobster roll, after all it’s simply chunks of tender lobster meat, mixed with a little bit of celery for crunch , mayo for smoothness , then piled onto a butter griddled roll. a lobster roll is definitely on my all time best eats list. serious chefs are constantly trying to invent new dishes , or creating a new style of food ala molecular gastronomy via turning foods into foams and gels in their quest for fame & glory. there is much to be said for simple pleasures like a lobster roll.
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For a restaurant that wasn’t selected by me–I met friends from out of town there–I was really surprised at how good our meals were at Mary’s Fish Camp. I’ve been to Pearl Oyster Bar before and although pretty good, I remember not being too happy with my sandy razor clams. (The owner of Mary’s was a partner at Pearl’s before she left to open her own.) I was running late so it took a while for us to be seated because a party has to be complete before they let you in. (It makes sense, unless of course, you’re the one your party is waiting for.) We were famished when our turn came but oh, the surprises!
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2000 was a banner year for seafood in the West Village– that’s when Mary Redding left Pearl Oyster Bar to open her own restaurant. In a much-storied act of gustatory mitosis, Mary’s Fish Camp was born, looking for all the world like an uncannily-similar cousin of Pearl’s. Since then, it’s hard to find a reference to one that doesn’t mention the other– they’ve become forever entangled in history like Sonny Bono & Cher. Since the split, both restaurants have attracted throngs of devotees who insist with messianic fervor that one or the other is New York City’s truest and purest crustacean destination. As for us? We’re torn.
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2000 was a banner year for seafood in the West Village– that’s when Mary Redding left Pearl Oyster Bar to open her own restaurant. In a much-storied act of gustatory mitosis, Mary’s Fish Camp was born, looking for all the world like an uncannily-similar cousin of Pearl’s. Since then, it’s hard to find a reference to one that doesn’t mention the other– they’ve become forever entangled in history like Sonny Bono & Cher. Since the split, both restaurants have attracted throngs of devotees who insist with messianic fervor that one or the other is New York City’s truest and purest crustacean destination. As for us? We’re torn.
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Okhis place lives up to it's repuation for having the most fantastically delicious lobster roll ever. I see now why people will wait 2 hours for a table. and pay $24. fan-fucking-tastic. when the plate arrived, I must say, I wasn't too impressed. it didn't look very substantial. it looked good, but didn't seem like it'd be filling in the least. it was in a hot dog bun afterall. and most of the plate real estate was taken up by pathetically thin french fries. but oh. my. god. it was so stuffed with lobster that it was heavy! I had to eat some of the lobster with a fork before I could even bite into it. and when I did bite in, the combination of the super buttery toasted bun and the peppery mayonnaised-lobster chunks was just heaven. or some divine place that my mouth rarely gets to visit. even the lobster knuckles (and less so the conch ceviche) we had as appetizers greatly pale in comparison. danielle had a pan fried halibut over a ragout of english corn & peas that was very good too. I really like the veggies in that. nice and refreshing.
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Better late than never, someone important said once. I've been wanting to go for ages, but since I'm semi-austitic and hate new things, even when I am quite sure it will be great, I dithered and waited until a balmy Friday evening. The Nixter and I were chatting on the benches in Union Square Park when tummies began to grumble and we turned to each other, "Where to?"After several minutes of indecision, we decided to motivate and start walking west, it was that moment when I was hit with a grand idea: Mary's Fish Camp. It was hot, summery and sweet, and if I can't get to the ocean, well then I'd find an approximation somewhere in the the Village. As usual, we got lost the twlight zone of West 10th between 6th and 7th Avenues. The Nixter got pissy and ranted "How can West 10th and West 4th run parallel and then perpendicular? It doesn't make sense!" She then vowed to learn the village "like the back of both hands." (I think this was for emphasis).
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