There are only a half-dozen main courses, including a 12-ounce flatiron steak and fries, for guys who find seafood too girly. I had the catch of the day, seared red snapper ($24), which annoyingly arrived before I was done with the first of my stuffies. It didn't suffer much under a heat lamp, though the orange cheese sauce overwhelmed the taste of the baby shrimp and small pieces of the lobster that were mixed in. There was sautéed asparagus on the side with nicely browned rectangles of potato, sort of hash browns on parade.
As for desserts, there were none offered on the menu, and our waiter brought the check without asking us if we wanted any, though cheesecake and Key lime pie were available. Presumably people don't have room for sweets after stuffing themselves with heaping piles of their favorite clam shack indulgence. We agreed.
Cholesterol 1, sucrose zip.
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