Maine Fish Chowder, the Perspective of the 14th Generation

By Nancy Harmon Jenkins

THE FISH CHOWDER SERVED in most public eating places, even here in Down East Maine where they ought to know better, is so bad that I never order it unless I’m suffering an attack of the mean blues. Why I eat restaurant-style fish chowder in such situations is simple. It gives me something specific on which to focus a bilious attention.

What I mean by “re…