Scott K.
Yelp
The sweetest clams I've ever had in my life!
MY LIFE!
Do you understand what I'm saying? Can you comprehend the magnitude of those words!?
This life I've been living hasn't been a mere dabbling in oceanic gastronomy! It's hasn't been a weekend long experiment spent sampling oysters in chain restaurants! NO!
My childhood was spent clamming, fishing, and crabbing the Pacific Northwest's waterways! I have had tapas under a full moon in San Sebastian Spain, eaten fresh catches off shrimp boats in Australia! Dove for abalone off the shores on the Mediterranean! Snorkeled for octopus in Belize!
A lifetime of adventures by the sea and WHERE do I find the best damn clams I've ever had...
The Hard Rock Casino in Buloxi Mississippi! A long strip of desolate beaches and a tight grouping of out of date casinos that were so unremarkable it was beyond depressing!
I mean... I'm beside myself!
I'm sure this is a fluke... a complete and total convergence of magical coincidences that made this happen!
This is my theory...
Katrina shaved the layers, from hundreds of years of pollution off the sea floor renewing the clam beds. This, in unison with the tanking of our economy has had broad effects on general human consumption rates. This in turn cut down on pollution levels in the clam beds of the greater Mississippi delta. All of this coupled with an, as of yet confirmed freak accident involving the capsizing of a sugar barge and the unfortunate crash of the Love Boat (trust me... it was love) has created the perfect clam!
The true tragedy is that if you drove all night and arrived there tomorrow morning, they'll all be gone... I know this, because I ate them all.
It's sad.
You'll never know what it was like for me.
And no one ever will.
I'm alone.
In the perfect memory of clams.
Sweet, sweet clams.
Sweet juicy, buttery, sexy clams.... .
Mmmm...
(is this weird yet?)