Eavesdropping on the conversation between my stomach and my brain (my amygdala, in particular, since my frontal lobe seems to cede all executive function when it comes to food)
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Clam Box
I used to escape to Ipswich when I needed a break from the myopic and insular world of medical school. Only 45 minutes' drive north of Boston lies this refreshingly real and unpretentious seaside town with some of New England's best fried clams.
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