A seaside shack in the West Village helps you forget that the closest body of is toxic. Oysters, steamers, cockles—it’s all cracking here. Small, cute, tucked amidst the brownstones, fits little more than 20 campers at a time. If you need more elbow room, head for the Brooklyn outpost. The lobster rolls are luscious, and the mako shark BLT is a surprise.