Oceanaire Gets Skewered
Rick Nichols takes an early look at the Oceanaire Seafood Room and finds it lacking to say the least.
This was the start of a lunch closer to the holiday, and as generous as I was feeling, it put me off my feed. Crabcake club sandwich? Ridiculously overpowering roll. (The crabcakes themselves are sweet, meaty things bound with mayo-mustard dressing but served in artless blobs.) The Yuengling-beer-battered fish and chips? Batter worthy of TGIF. Shoestring fries mounded to truly elephantine excess. To give it its due, the cup of New England clam chowder ($4.95) was a pure, bacon-scented joy.