When I was a child, I was an incredibly picky eater and my parents despaired of ever breaking me from my sacred 5 foods: hot dogs, hamburgers, Kraft macaroni & cheese, French toast, and steak. Then one day we were on a road trip to the East Coast and my mom ordered New England clam chowder and it smelled so good that I asked for a taste. My food rut was broken in an instant. Coming here, I found the New England-style clam chowder of my childhood. It felt something like Proust's madeleine. I would give it a perfect rating except that seems a bit weird for me for a soup... Just come and try it out for yourself!