Wilson S.
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Now let me tell ya, folks — I’ve been on the hunt for the real deal when it comes to shoreline seafood, and I think I’ve just found another treasure to hoist into my logbook: the Indian Head Inn in Branford.
I ordered up their clam strips — golden, crunchy, and piled so high they practically needed their own ZIP code. These weren’t your run-of-the-mill clams; no, sir. These were fresh, tender bites of the sea wearing the perfect suit of crisp batter. And as is tradition with me and the missus, we shared plates — so I got to set my sails into her fish and chips as well.
Let me tell you… that fish? Big as a schooner plank, with a batter that was crisp enough to shatter yet light enough to let the sweet, flaky fish inside shine. The fries were hand-cut and honest — none of that frozen galley rations nonsense — and the cole slaw was bright, creamy, and just the right tang to cut through the richness.
Portions here aren’t just generous; they’re full-on fisherman’s bounty. You come hungry, you’ll leave happy… and maybe with a to-go box for tomorrow’s lunch.
If you’re the kind of person who likes to find the great spots before the rest of the fleet catches wind of ‘em, I’d anchor here sooner than later. Indian Head Inn isn’t just feeding folks — they’re serving up shoreline gold.