This is where the Mo's empire began, on the Newport bayfront in 1946. The Newport restaurants and the factory that churns out their famous clam chowder are now run by Mo's granddaughter and great-grandchildren. That's a cup of Mo's chowder above, and no matter what else anyone orders, some of that bacony chowder usually begins every Mo's meal. It's a good one.
We were less impressed with the fish. The thin-cut halibut from Alaska was OK on a sandwich, but naked on a plate as fish-n-chips,
the battered fish just did too close an impression of the sorts of fish-n-chips we'd find back home in a Jersey diner.
One touch we liked: kids beverages come with a unique straw-topper:
We concluded our lunch with a pleasant slice of lemon cake:
We like the story about the origin of the garage door on the front of Mo's (from their website): "Early one morning a woman returned to her car parked outside the restaurant, put it in drive instead of reverse, and crashed through the front of the café. Mo far from disgruntled, put her arm comfortingly around the woman and said, “Well, we’ll just put in a garage door so you can drive in anytime you want.” To this day, the garage door on the front of the restaurant is raised on nice days and turns Mo’s into an instant sidewalk café."