Monsieur I.
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I rarely review spots outside LA because exposing my travel patterns could blow my anonymity. Only heaven and a few souls know who I am and how I ended up here in this Mexican seaside town.
Starving, I placed my order, downed a Pacifica, and stared out at the harbor. In contrast to the modest buildings and humble locals around me, there in the water sat multi-million dollar yachts with names like "Sea Pearl" and "Daydreamer". If I had a yacht, I would just name it "El Pendejo" because I figure a lot of folks would mutter that when they see me sail by.
Although you can't eat a yacht, you CAN eat happiness: "almejas chocolatas". Not a sweet dessert, but chocolate clams. "Chocolate" referring to the shell color rather than the taste. A couple of guys at our table ordered it served in-shell...the glistening flesh still moving. I got mine in a bowl of ceviche-like gazpacho...cool and refreshing. These forkers were huge. The lips tender, meaty, slightly briny, unforgettable.
Never in my life had I given much thought to clams. As I ate, I started Googling these bivalves and came to a horrible realization:
I think I may have just eaten great-grandpa.
You see, a clam of this size had probably been in the ocean for a loooong time. Clams are the world's oldest living animal. The record was a 507 year-old clam found in 2006. He was nicknamed "Ming" because he had been alive since the Ming Dynasty.
Sadly, "Ming" was killed by scientists trying to figure out how old he was.