Island Clam Chowder

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Clam Bay, Nova Scotia
44.732806°N 62.920222°W / 44.732806 -62.920222 Clam Bay in Nova Scotia Clam Bay is a community of the Halifax Regional Municipality in the Canadian ...
Primary Variants and Styles - Rhode Island Clam Chowder
... The traditional Rhode Island clam chowder has a clear broth and is called "South County Style", referring to the southern beach and fishing counties where it originated ... This chowder is still served, especially at long-established New England restaurants and hotels, such as those on Block Island, and on the south coast of the state, where tourists favor white chowders while natives ... This traditional clear chowder generally contains quahogs, broth, potatoes, onions, and bacon ...
Clam, Virginia
... Clam is an unincorporated community in Accomack County, Virginia, United States. ...
Meretrix Lyrata
... Cytherea lyrata The lyrate Asiatic hard clam, Meretrix lyrata, also known simply as the hard clam (Vietnamese Nghêu Bến Tre), is an edible saltwater clam, a marine bivalve mollusc in the family ...
Lawrence Woodman
... and restaurant owner who legend has it invented the Ipswich fried clam ... He opened Woodman's of Essex, first as a clam shack, with his wife Bessie on Main Street in Essex, Massachusetts and sold freshly dug steamer clams as well as ice cream and homemade potato chips ... Legend has it that Woodman invented fried clams on July 3, 1916 ...

Famous quotes containing the words chowder, island and/or clam:

    Here in the country it is only a few idle boys or loafers that go a-fishing on a rainy day; but there it appeared as if every able-bodied man and helpful boy in the Bay had gone out on a pleasure excursion in their yachts, and all would at last land and have a chowder on the Cape.
    Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)

    Beyond this island bound
    By a thin sea of flesh
    And a bone coast ...
    Dylan Thomas (1914–1953)

    Over the low, barnacled, elephant-colored rocks,
    Come the first tide-ripples, moving, almost without sound, toward
    me,
    Running along the narrow furrows of the shore, the rows of dead clam shells;
    Theodore Roethke (1908–1963)