Clam Chowder at the Seafood Peddler

If you had the chance to read the very first post on Soup-ful, Clam Chowder with Dad, you already know my love of clam chowder goes back a generation. 

So, I am always on the lookout for the best bowl of clam chowder. I try it at every seafood restaurant I come across, and if it’s a seafood restaurant by the water? All the better!

Last weekend, we took a day trip to the beautiful bayside town of Sausalito, California. Besides having a quaint downtown and gorgeous views of Angel Island and San Francisco, Sausalito has a number of great shops and restaurants. 

Nice views!

Nice views!

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Clam Chowder with Dad

It’s hard to say what my favorite soup is. It can depend on the weather, the time of the meal, the dinner companions or the ingredients in the refrigerator.

One of my favorite memories is of a family trip to New England when I was 18. My parents, sister and I got in the car in Michigan, and set off for the coast. My dad, born and raised in Massachusetts, is a die-hard fan of clam chowder (New England style, of course). In the Northwest and Midwestern United States, where my dad raised his daughters, TRUE (per Dad), clam chowder is hard to find. Therefore, that two-week trip from Michigan to Maine became a search for the best clam chowder in New England.

I no longer remember where we found it, though I think it was in Boothbay Harbor, Maine (I remember this because of the very attractive college boy/lobster fisherman at the marina, though it’s possible his ruggedly  handsome ways may color my memories of what happen in that town). The point is, that trip was one to remember, and the soup search made it that much more enjoyable. Still love a good bowl of clam chowder (always New England style), and it still makes me think of my dad, every time I eat one.