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Big belly fried clams

A post on the New England board, got me wondering. I've grown up on fried clams, from Maine and Massachusetts. I never heard the term "big belly" clams, untl fairly recently. Clam strips, as something you'd eat on purpose, didn't exist when I was a kid. I know you can order "clam strips" which is just a part of the clam, sans its stomach. I prefer the whole clam. So, does "big belly" refer to just whole clams, as opposed to "no belly", i.e. clam strips? Or does it refer to the size of the whole clam that's being used?

Here's the post, that got me going, by Karl S.:
http://www.chowhound.com/topics/show/...

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  1. It refers to the size of the belly of the whole clam. At the Clambox in Essex you can order whole clams, or whole clams - big belly.

    The Boston Chowhounds have done several clam crawls comparing all whole fried clams along route 1 and Clambox won.

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    1. re: joypirate

      Well, thanks! In that case, I guess you can call me a just plain whole clam kinda gal!

      1. re: Pat Hammond

        Don't knock the big bellies until you've tried them- some people hate them but you never know until you try them!

        1. re: Chris VR

          Oh, I've had plenty of them. I just always referred to them as big clams. The bigger the clam, the bigger the belly, right? I like them fine, but my preference is for a more medium sized clam, same goes for mussels and oysters.

          1. re: Pat Hammond

            Hmm, I dont thing big bellies automatically mean big clams. In fact I think most I've had have been medium-to-small.

            1. re: Pat Hammond

              Once again, I'm w/ you on this. We took a trip to the east coast summer before last and I dubbed it "Clamalot", because we ate a whole lot of 'em. But the burning question is "What do you dip your fried clams in"? I'm a tartar sauce gal.

      2. I haven't got an answer your question just reminded me of the clams we used to get when I was a kid and we went to Maine. We'd stop at the first stand we encountered. The clams I remember were barely battered and sweet. And when you bit into them you'd get a gush of clam that was a little liquid and soooo much more than just meat.

        I haven't had clams like that in 30 years.

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        1. re: rainey

          Ugh....you guys are seriously making my mouth water. I'm thinking back to fried clams and fried oysters my husband and I had in Maine this summer. I can almost taste that sweet, briny, juiciness if I close my eyes real tight.

        2. Clam strips, by the way, aren't clams without bellies at all, but rather, quahogs, cut into slices, and fried...

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          1. re: galleygirl

            Something I learned since I posted, is that the clams I'm used to are soft-shell steamer type clams that are fried. The big belly clams that have been talked about here are evidently the Ipswich clams. Whole different animal!

            Interesting about the clam strips. I don't think I've ever had them.

            1. re: Pat Hammond

              Traditional "whole" fried clams, steamer clams, and Ipswich clams are all the same species, Mya arenaria. I'm not familiar with the "big-belly" phenomenon, but suspect that it just refers to clams of the same species selected for having bigger "bellies" (they're not bellies, by the way, they're mostly gonad - you probably didn't want to know that)). I believe that clam strips are cut from surf clams, Spisula solidissima, not quahogs (which are Mercenaria mercenaria). Yeah, I'm a marine biologist - in case you were wondering.

              1. re: FlyFish

                I'm permanently confused. No, I had never heard about "big bellies" either. But no matter, I love clams any way you cook them.

                And this for Bryan, whose posts I can't direcly reply to: Me too on the tartar sauce, with lots of lemon juice. But if the clams are really good I usually forget to dunk them!

                Worked at a H.J. in the late 50's, and ate my salary in clam rolls! pat

                1. re: FlyFish

                  Clam gonads?! I can't wait to share this info the next time I'm eating clams with some friends. I love this site!

                  I think I've been misinforming all of my friends about clam strips. I always thought they were that skinny, long thing that sticks out of a type of clam I've eaten out in Long Island; when they're served as steamers, that part's usually covered in a gritty, black skin. I'm most definitely a clam novice.

                  1. re: chowmeow

                    That's exactly the part I have associated with "clam strips". But the more I think about it, the sillier it seems to maul a perfectly good clam to get that little piece!

                2. re: Pat Hammond

                  If you ever had fried clams at a Howard Johnsons, in days of old, then you've had them.

                  1. re: bryan

                    You must be dating yourself. The fried clams I remember from HJ (and this is from the days of old) were not strips, although I was too young to remember if they were true belly clams. I would ransom my kingdom (such at is) for fried whole clams in Los Angeles, without having to go to the fish market and shucking the clams myself.

                    1. re: TomSwift

                      There are some! :)

                      http://www.chowhound.com/topics/show/...

                      --Dommy!

                      1. re: TomSwift

                        Sids Seafood in Canogo Park -- corner of Roscoe and Topanga has them. They fly the Ipswich clams in daily. Call first to make sure they have them. Very yummy.

                3. Growing up my mother used to buy frozen Carnation clam strips and I'd cook them up. First time in Cape Cod inadvertently ordered the whole fried clams an fell in love. Now I look down upn and giggle when I see people eat just the strips. What are they thinking?

                  I did not know that the strips were probably quahogs strips and breaded & fried. Always find great info onthis site.

                  BTW - my wife just said "bellies are gross." It's tough sometimes.

                  1. In NY the Howard Johnson type was just strips. If yr lucky to find Ipswich, them's the belly clams! Steamers here in Bklyn and LI mean Piss clams, not merely steamed Little Necks like they do it on the Jersey Shore (tho I'd never throw them outta bed neither!).

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                    1. re: noisejoke

                      I'll only eat steamers if they're soft shell clams (Ipswich etc...) and these are available on the Jersey shore (one good place is Wharfside in Point Pleasant, they have them year 'round), I very rarely see hard shells sold as steamers in NJ.

                      1. re: steinpilz

                        steamed ipswich makes sense, duh. the shells were way thinner than the usual clam bar stuff. But, if they had the Ipswich to steam, why weren't they frying them? I went to Seaside Beach for the 2nd summer ever a few weeks ago and they didn't have fried bellys. I could've sworn I had 'em fried 2 years ago.

                        1. re: noisejoke

                          I finally figured out what I was talking about - I'm looking for what I grew up knowing as Steamers, which were only Piss Clams. At Seaside Beach they were soft shell, but not Piss clams. Where's our Marine Biologist?

                          1. re: noisejoke

                            It seems that the soft shell clam goes by lots of aliases, and as our marine biologist, Flyfish, remarked, they're all the same species, mya arenaria. I found this while trying to figure all of this out for myself:

                            http://www.ocean.udel.edu/mas/seafood...

                    2. I found that yesterday too! I'm thinking the smaller clams just don't have the pronounced siphons I remember from my youth in Brooklyn and LI. Last time I went to Pearl they were monstrous and awesomely tasty. I was thrilled to finish by downing the broth, a family tradition. I wonder if we just did that or if it's a Brooklyn thing.

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                      1. re: noisejoke

                        I've been known to drink the wine/mustard broth from mussles but haven't done this with clams, mainly used it to clean off sand/muck. Probably would do it with wine and mustard steamed clams though... I wonder why no one has ever tried flavored broths with steamed clams?

                        1. re: noisejoke

                          Always drink the broth in Maine too. By the time you finished using it to dunk your clams, there'd be sand at the bottom of the cup, which you'd avoid, of course. Leftover broth can be frozen, to add to fish chowders, etc.

                          1. re: noisejoke

                            We did steamers and lobsters tonight..and I drank the broth...in Boston.

                            Alternatively, you can freeze the broth and make a stock for chowder

                          2. Just a note. Out on the West coast, I've never heard of big belly clams. Fried clams in general are rare; you're much more likely to find fried calamari than fried clam of any sort. The major exception are razor clams from the Northwest. And they are becomming overfished so most years there is no commercial harvest south of Alaska.

                            ed

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                            1. re: Phoo D

                              Steamers come with broth and butter on the side. They're simply steamed, so the broth is not analogous to a mussels prep. The broth is to clean, the butter to... butter. When yr done and yr wiping yr chin, and it's so sad you drink the broth and try to remember. And avoid the sand.
                              I guess we all came to a conclusion on fried clam bellies. They're simply coated, fried Ipswitch/Soft Shell/Steamer/Piss clams. Not Little Necks, Cherrystones, Quahogs, Razors or others. There's no such thing as Big Belly clams - The Clambox (wish I could get there) offers fried whole clams w/normal or bigger "big" bellys. Fried clam strips might be the critter w/o the "belly", or slices of Quahog. Seems as if actual New Englanders, unlike us pikers in NY, never had to suffer THAT distinction. A fried clam is a fried clam, and it's no strip.

                              Road trip up to CT this weekend! Had greasy, juicy and grey steamed hamburgers at Ted's Hamburgers in Meriden on the way up; and excellent clams w/ bellys at Johnny Ad's in Old Saybrook. Lobster rolls, too.

                            2. My lengthy CT road trip post including a stop at Johnny Ad's in Old Saybrook for clams. http://www.chowhound.com/topics/show/...

                              1. Being from the I guess un-bellied clam coast, what is the belly or what's in it? Does this question even make sense? Only had clams on the half shell or cooked in black bean sauce or with pasta and the like...and never noticed a belly.

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                                1. re: Sarah

                                  The clams served on the 1/2 shell or cooked in bb sauce are hard shell clams..aka quahogs..littlenecks or cherrystones..no real "belly" on them.

                                  The clams used in steamers or fried clams are called soft shelled clams or piss clams when I was growing up. The "belly" is sort of the burst of sea flavor that's in the shell..as opposed to the tougher "neck" which protrudes from the shell." I don't know what the belly "is" but it's delicious and I happen to be in the "big belly" camp..when it comes to clams..:)

                                  1. re: Sarah

                                    Since you are from SF, you can get the clams mentioned ...with bellies ... preferably at North Beach Lobster Shack or Woodhouse Fish in the Castro.

                                  2. Bellies can be full or they can be empty! So couldn't Big Belly just mean that there is more stuff in there?

                                    I hope someone knows more about this: I heard that you can let the clams live for a day or so in seawater with lots of cornmeal for them to eat. Some of my favorite clams ever, the bellies were huge and I could have sworn they full of clam juice polenta.

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                                    1. re: atheorist

                                      I've soaked steamers in salt water with some cornmeal for an hour or so before cooking. The cornmeal makes them expel the sand.

                                    2. Recent article in the NYT about a quest for fried whole belly clams :

                                      http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/08/29/...

                                      In a ’64 T-Bird, Chasing a Date With a Clam By DAVID LEITE , August 29, 2007

                                      RECAPTURING a childhood memory is nearly impossible. Chasing after it in a black 1964 Thunderbird convertible with red interior certainly helps.

                                      The memory: lightly fried clams with big, juicy bellies, like the kind I munched on nearly every summer weekend growing up in Swansea, Mass. The car, owned by my friend Bob Pidkameny: a nod to my godfather, a local celebrity and stock car driver, who would pile my two cousins and me into whatever sleek beauty he was tinkering with and take us to Macray’s in Westport, Mass. There we sat — three lard slicks — digging into red-and-white cardboard boxes, while screams from the riders on the Comet, the wooden roller coaster at a nearby amusement park, floated across the highway.

                                      Fried clams are to New England what barbecue is to the South. Like barbecue, the best clams come from small roadside shacks run in pragmatic mom-and-pop style. Flinty Northerners, like their porcine-loving counterparts, can be fanatically loyal to their favorite spots. To eat at any place but Macray’s was considered familial treason when I was growing up — it was Macray’s or nothing, until it was shuttered and we were set adrift.

                                      This summer, in search of the clams of my youth, Bob and I covered more than 625 miles, visited 16 shacks and unashamedly basked in the attention the Thunderbird commanded from Branford, Conn., to Portland, Me., and back. In between rolls of antacid and scoops of ice cream, the unofficial finish to a fried-clam meal, we found that this summertime classic is even more fleeting than the season of its peak popularity.

                                      Storms, public taste, government warnings about saturated fats, even school vacation schedules conspired to keep the clams of my memory mostly out of reach. But every once in a while, fate jiggered events and passed me a pint or two of the luscious, plump-bellied beauties I remember.

                                      To many New Englanders the humble clam, which stars in chowders, clambakes and clam cakes, reaches its quintessence when coated and fried. And ever since July 3, 1916, when Lawrence Woodman, a k a Chubby, the founder of Woodman’s in Essex, Mass., fried a clam in lard normally reserved for his famous potato chips, cooks have been trying to create the perfect fried clam.

                                      But unlike pit masters who rabidly guard their secret sauce recipes, fry cooks are an open book. All work with the same four elements: soft-shell clams, a dipping liquid, a coating and oil. According to almost all the cooks and owners I met the liquid is usually evaporated milk, and the coating is nothing more than some combination of flours: regular, corn or pastry. Most places use canola or soybean oil, which are high in unsaturated fats. Only Woodman’s and Essex Seafood, in Essex, Mass., still fry clams in pure lard.

                                      So why are the clams I dream of so hit-or-miss?

                                      “I’ve been doing this for 21 years,” said Dave Blaney, owner of the Sea Swirl in Mystic, Conn., “and the hardest part is training the new kids.” He explained that it takes two weeks to train summer help, usually college students, but it requires almost two months of supervision to turn them into bona fide fry cooks. He warned me about visiting shacks too early in the season (when the students are gearing up) or too late (when the exodus occurs, and deep-fryers can be left in the hands of most anyone — the owners’ sons or daughters, say, or the cleaning help).

                                      Improperly cooked clams can range from oil-laden to burned. Indeed, the Clam Shack in Kennebunkport, Me., a favorite place I’ve been recommending to friends for years, presented Bob and me with a pint of puny dark-brown clams that tasted faintly of burned liver. Champlin’s Restaurant in Narragansett, R.I., another well-regarded spot, served clams so overcooked we dumped them after eating only a few. In both places, the kitchen crews looked like a cast from “The Real World” on MTV.

                                      The Sea Swirl’s clams, on the other hand, were golden, with a light crunch, and the bellies, while on the smaller side, were plump and filled with ocean flavor. What caught my attention was that the siphons, or “necks,” were snipped off. That made for a soft chew, without the rubber-eraser bite common to most fried clams — even, I must admit, those from the hallowed boxes I remember at Macray’s.

                                      I asked if this was a customary practice of purveyors. “No, I snip them here,” Mr. Blaney said. “Otherwise I’m at the mercy of the supplier, and I can’t afford that.” Of all the places we visited, only the Sea Swirl offered completely snipped necks; the others sold clams with just the tops nicked off.

                                      This snipping, though, shouldn’t be confused with the iconic, and tasteless, clam strips featured on every Howard Johnson menu in New England. These impostors can be as varied as de-bellied steamers — a rarity — and slices cut from the “tongue” of the larger multipurpose Atlantic surf clam. No strip has the oceanic flavor of a true steamer with its belly firmly attached.

                                      It was later that day, after leaving two small Massachusetts shacks empty-handed, that we understood just how much weather influences what we eat, or rather do not eat. As a result of several days of heavy downpours and runoff earlier in the week, the clam flats, the most highly prized of them off the coast of the state’s North Shore, specifically Ipswich and Essex, were closed.

                                      The water can take several days to normalize after a big storm, according to Curt Fougere, a great-grandson of Chubby Woodman and the manager of Woodman’s. That’s why those smaller spots, which don’t sell as many clams as Woodman’s, had to turn us away. Larger places with purchasing muscle can buy from Cape Cod or even as far away as Maryland and Canada, but none of those clams have the Ipswich richness, a byproduct of the nutrient-filled mud.

                                      “Cape Cod clams tend to be gritty,” Mr. Blaney said, “because they come from sandbars rather than mud flats.” Maryland steamers, while deliciously large, are too soft, he said, and break apart while cooking. Maine clams are considered the closest to Ipswich clams, and are the most common substitute.

                                      In between shouts from classic car enthusiasts along Route 1, Bob and I theorized about the reasons for the dearth of the big-belly clams. We batted around global warming, pollution, disease, but none seemed likely to have knocked out only the pudgy clams. No, the biggest threat, we discovered, was far more menacing: fashion.

                                      “Clams kind of go through cycles,” said Terry Cellucci, an owner of J. T. Farnham’s, one-third of the famous Essex clam shack trifecta that includes Woodman’s and Essex Seafood. For years, she explained, smaller clams have been in vogue. “Right now that’s what our customers like, so that’s what we buy.” The same was true of most every place we visited. The clams at Farnham’s fried up dark golden and pleasantly crunchy but were missing that burst of juicy belly brininess.

                                      Two diners at the next table in Farnham’s, Janice Shohet of Lynnfield, Mass., and her guest, Stacey Malcolm, of Wichita, Kan., were of the plump-clam camp. When asked their favorite of the three popular Essex spots, Ms. Shohet tapped the table. “I like it here — it feels like a real seaside place,” she said, referring to the deep-blue inlet outside. Then she mentioned the most important clue to my past: “But we love the Clam Box, too. They give you a choice of big or small bellies.”

                                      As we pulled up outside the Clam Box, eight miles northwest in Ipswich, Mass., the first thing we noticed — aside from the whimsical roof that looks like (what else?) an opened clam box — was the line snaking out the door. It numbered more than 20 and according to the owner, Marina Aggelakis — known to all as Chickie — had started forming, as always, 30 minutes before opening.

                                      Taking Ms. Shohet’s advice, I searched the huge menu above the order window and found the one line of neat, tight printing I was hoping to see: “Big belly clams available on request.” The Clam Box was the only shack on our trip to offer up this critical piece of information unbidden.

                                      When I ordered a pint of the big bellies, the woman behind the counter winced: “Are you sure? They’re big.”

                                      “I’m positive.”

                                      “You’ll only get about nine,” she said.

                                      “That’s fine.”

                                      She tried once more to dissuade me, but I resisted. When my number was called, a tray was pushed through the pickup window: on it was a mound of golden clams with bellies so big and soft the coating was chipping off. The necks, though not trimmed like those at the Sea Swirl, had none of the elastic bite I had encountered in many pints along the way. And the bellies dripped sweet, briny clam juice down my chin.

                                      To pull this all off, Ms. Aggelakis uses only Ipswich clams unless bad weather or high demand causes her to turn to Maine suppliers. She also double-dips her clams while cooking. Excess coating stays behind in the first deep-fryer, allowing for cleaner cooking in the second. In addition, she closes the restaurant between lunch and dinner — unheard-of — to change the oil, ensuring a clean taste all day long.

                                      It was an offhand comment, though, that gave me the final piece of the puzzle: darker-fried clams, she said, have a nuttier taste, while the lighter version lets the clam flavor predominate. Bingo. “I like to please my customers,” she added. “Some like them big, small, lightly fried, dark — we give them what they want.” Funny, the concept of requesting anything special at a clam shack’s takeout window had eluded me for 40 years.

                                      Putting together the experience from the trip, I decided to try my hand at customizing my meal at Lenny’s Indian Head Inn in Branford, Conn. First, I called ahead because we had had two days of steady rain. The clams were frying. When I ordered, I asked the waitress, a bubbly young woman, if the restaurant had big-bellied clams. She wasn’t sure, so went to ask the cook.

                                      She returned deeply crestfallen. All he had, she said, was medium-size, “but he’ll try to pick out the biggest ones.” Equally crestfallen, I agreed and asked for them to be lightly fried.

                                      What was placed in front of me 10 minutes later was a platter with clams nearly as large as those at the Clam Box. They had a light golden almost tempuralike coating. And the bellies? They were briny, sweet and so juicy a lobster bib wouldn’t have been out of the question.

                                      I could almost hear the screams from the Comet again.