PL here -
Ok, this is a food not a music blog, though good food and music go hand-in-hand, but, just to be clear, this is a not a post about Buddy Holly. I just couldn't resist using his name in a post about Sir Cricket's on the Cape (Cod, Route 6, Orleans, MA). On the other hand, you will feel like rock 'n' rolling after having the fried clams, fresh tuna sandwich, just about anything that Sir Cricket's dishes out.
Tina and I have been going up to the Cape every summer - sometimes all summer, sometimes just a month or less - since 1982. Our kids - now adults - still think of it as a second home, and now come up with their spouses. We've loved the food in Cooke's, Captain Elmer's, Cobie's, and other choice Cape fish houses aka joints, and somehow didn't get around to trying Sir Cricket's until last summer (2011).
How did we like it? We ate there - at one of the postage-stamp sized handful of tables, or take-out and back to our cottage on the bay - at least half the time we were there. Clams are my favorite kind of seafood anywhere. The steamers at Captain Elmer's are fabulous, but the fried clams - I like 'em with bellies - at Sir Cricket's are even better. Sweet as can be, with a breading that's perfectly slightly crisp and light.
The tuna sandwich is stand-out, too. If you never tasted a sandwich made with fresh as opposed to canned tuna, you don't know what you're missing. Sir Cricket's comes on delicious bun - same as the clam roll, and all the other mouth-watering rolls in the place - and is the smoothest, most satisfying little tuna sandwich you'll ever eat.
Prices are fine, too. The tuna sandwich goes for an amazingly low seven bucks, and the seafood rolls about thirteen-fourteen dollars. Worth every penny!
Ok, this is a food not a music blog, though good food and music go hand-in-hand, but, just to be clear, this is a not a post about Buddy Holly. I just couldn't resist using his name in a post about Sir Cricket's on the Cape (Cod, Route 6, Orleans, MA). On the other hand, you will feel like rock 'n' rolling after having the fried clams, fresh tuna sandwich, just about anything that Sir Cricket's dishes out.
Tina and I have been going up to the Cape every summer - sometimes all summer, sometimes just a month or less - since 1982. Our kids - now adults - still think of it as a second home, and now come up with their spouses. We've loved the food in Cooke's, Captain Elmer's, Cobie's, and other choice Cape fish houses aka joints, and somehow didn't get around to trying Sir Cricket's until last summer (2011).
How did we like it? We ate there - at one of the postage-stamp sized handful of tables, or take-out and back to our cottage on the bay - at least half the time we were there. Clams are my favorite kind of seafood anywhere. The steamers at Captain Elmer's are fabulous, but the fried clams - I like 'em with bellies - at Sir Cricket's are even better. Sweet as can be, with a breading that's perfectly slightly crisp and light.
The tuna sandwich is stand-out, too. If you never tasted a sandwich made with fresh as opposed to canned tuna, you don't know what you're missing. Sir Cricket's comes on delicious bun - same as the clam roll, and all the other mouth-watering rolls in the place - and is the smoothest, most satisfying little tuna sandwich you'll ever eat.Prices are fine, too. The tuna sandwich goes for an amazingly low seven bucks, and the seafood rolls about thirteen-fourteen dollars. Worth every penny!












A bialy is, well, better than a bagel, even when bagels in New York were made by the original H & H, and other great bagel makers, and were out of this world. But the bialy ... that was something out of the stratosphere, light like a flying saucer, just baked, not boiled, and if the bagel was deliciously chewy, the bialy was ... well, light, yeah, with a white powder all over and shreds of onion in the middle... the unbearable lightness of being bialy.





I first became impressed with Papaya King - to the point of thinking it served the best non-alcoholic drink in town - back in the late 1960s, when I was writing the songs that would become 
By the late 1990s, I had conveyed the lore of the papaya drink to my wife and our kids, but we tended to be on West more than East Side of New York, which brought us to Gray's Papaya on 72nd Street and Broadway. Gray's Papaya had started as a copy of Papaya King in 1972, and by the 1990s it was certainly giving Papaya King a run for its money.




