discuss among yourselves as a decent segue…..
Clam Chowder: New England vs. Manhattan
I am just relieved that you’ve had the real McCoy.
I wonder if Uncle Chub himself would even care - probably after a few shots he wouldn’t.]]>
The story was more about food framing good times and memories than the food itself. What would a nine yr old know about one clam from another? Had the events taken place in the vicinity of Essex, Mass or the Clam Shack in Connecticut..had that been my reality, I’m sure the clams may have been better but the story would have been no different.
As a kid I gathered mussels for one use…bait. Today I buy them, prepare the lot, bring out a fresh baguette, and sit down with friends to enjoy one of life’s simple culinary pleasures.
I think I heard that Ho Jo ran off with Mrs Paul awhile back. Things change.]]>
I just hate for people to never have appreciated the real McCoy.
Imagine for a moment
The only burger you ever had was from BK.
The closest thing to a Filet that you’d eaten was a Steak’um
The only Milkshake you’ve had was a yahoo.
Ah, beancounters running restaraunts…..]]>
Could you foodies please do a taste test between the real McCoy and the dread strips? I try to get the whole clam frid down here in FL and am usually informed that the clam bits that they fry are frozen.
Sorry about the rant. But jeez!]]>