Steven N.
Yelp
We came back to Susan's, an old family favorite, for the first time since 2014. The place hasn't changed one bit, which is the only problem. It looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a decade, paint is peeling and decor is faded. If it weren't for the tasty, fried seafood, this would be my mother-in-law's parking garage, complete with ratty old refrigerator and an old boat hanging from the ceiling.
The restaurant is a converted auto shop and the dining room is behind the massive, old garage door. When you walk in you can smell the deep fryers instantly. Fortunately the floors are covered with mats and carpet, dingy as they may be. Otherwise you'd be skating on a floor "seasoned" like a cast-iron pan.
We had fried, whole-belly clams and crab cakes, both with fries and coleslaw. The clams were melt-in-your-mouth good, the breaded fries were meh and the crab cakes tasted like they came from the freezer of a DollarTree (thin, light on crab meat, dry and over-seasoned). The coleslaw was simply amazing and the cocktail and tartar sauce were delicious even though they were dispensed in squirt bottles that I had to wipe down with sanitizer in order to avoid catching Ebola. I also had Diet Pepsi from the soda fountain in the corner.
If I were basing my review on the crab cakes I would have given the place 1 star. However, I am of the opinion that if you order pre-made deep fried crab cakes in a place like this, where they hand-dip other fresh seafood in batter, you deserve to be punished by having your food taste like cardboard. So I have entirely eliminated those hockey pucks from my rating.
If you want tasty fried seafood, I recommend you come here before the vaporized grease, now embedded in the walls and floors, catches fire and the place burns down. Or perhaps Maine will start inspecting restaurants and they'll have to shut down and clean the place up like on 'Restaurant Impossible'. Wear old clothes and shoes, bring a bucket of hand sanitizer, avoid the bathrooms at all costs (the attached photos don't do the stench of urine in the men's room and the poop stains on the toilet justice) and you'll drift into a culinary, deep-fried heaven with your first bite.