Almost as unassuming as this tiny photo of the Biggie's Clam Bar sign I found online, the diner-ish restaurant sits on a quiet street in Hoboken. You do notice that the block of Madison St. it's on has a street sign also naming it "Biggie's Way." Peering closer at the sign, and verified by the menu inside, you take note of the date "Est. 1946." 63 years old, this place, hmm.
The inside of the place is bigger than what you'd expect from the diminuitive brick builiding, and the neon flashes and brightly colored wall menu takes you by surprise as well. Before you even catch a glimpse of the backwards-hatted men behind the counter, you know this isn't your typical Washington St. joint.
As does the food. We ordered at the counter and when the server placed our dishes before us, he said, "You guys know how to order!" Always nice to hear in a restaurant.
A large garden salad (my dad would love this: crisp green lettuce, chunks of tomatoes, black olives, red onion slivers, and anointed with just salt, pepper, red wine vinegar, and a light-colored oil), 2 orders of fried clams with cocktail and tartar sauces, fried haddock sandwich on crusty bread with a side order of crunchy cole slaw, and a platter of briny, buttery, savory clams oreganta later, you leave more than sated. You leave feeling like you just experienced a slice of old Hoboken, before Pita Grill, Energy Kitchen, and 4 Starbucks took over (note: the town is only 1 mile square).
*forgive the iphone pics