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history of the world was the first guy who ate a
clam (or maybe it was an oyster or a lobster,
but who cares?).
Anyway, when I was a kid, the only clams I had
ever eaten were fried clam strips, and I didn't
know they could be prepared in any other way.
One time I was waiting for a bus to take me
back to college from the Port Authority
Terminal on Eighth Avenue in New York City. I
was hungry, and nearly broke, and went
across the street to a dive to order a cheap
meal. I was relieved to see they had clams on
the menu, at a price I could afford; so I placed
my order.
I expected a plate of familiar golden-brown
fried clam strips, but instead was presented
with a dozen squiggly, slimy, quivering wet
things on the half shell; and a bottle of hot
sauce and a piece of lemon. I was staring at
the scariest food I had ever seen. (This was
before Klingon food was shown on Star Trek.)
Joe's Bar was not a place where a college kid
could survive sending a dish back to the
kitchen, and I was hungry and now broke.
Somehow I got up the courage to swallow one
of the disgusting slimy gray things, and I liked
it. I still do.
or
YUMMY?
