Clambakes on the beach. Lobster in the rough. Mountains of fried clam bellies dunked in tartar sauce. Cones of soft-serve from Mister Softee afterward. For those who grew up or spent time back East, these are rituals of summer dining. Sadly, August in San Francisco isn’t exactly the place to walk around in shorts and flip-flops after dinner, but the following places will let homesick Nor’easters get a little flavor of home.