EPISODE 3: THE DRUNKEN CLAM

Sometimes, you wanna go to a place with a name like the Saucy Mermaid, or the Crusty Barnacle...or, the Drunken Clam.

Kathy C. and I can be fancy, but we don't want to.  So we go to places like the Drunken Clam, the ultimate St. Pete Beach dive bar, which happens to share its name with the watering hole in the cartoon Family Guy. 


On a hot, humid, armpit of a day, we waltzed into the Drunken Clam seeking fried food and libations.  The air conditioning was cranking full blast, and the windows were pleasantly small enough that we weren't being pummeled by the aggressive sunshine outside.  

One thing about me and Kathy, we don't go out to lunch aiming to get crunk.  We go with the goal of eating food, and potentially getting crunk.  There is a difference. Today, true to form, we ordered some fried-ass foods, as well as two margaritas, which I think were included in the happy hour specials.

Now this was a little while ago, so my vagueness of memory could be due to nothing more than time passing.  Also the heat may have killed some brain cells...but, the margaritas must have been sufficiently strong to erase some of the details of our Drunken Clam visit.  What I do recall, is a margarita that is sweet, perhaps a bit too sweet for me.  I actually don't eat sugar (when I'm not drinking it) so I'm quite sensitive to the sensation of 'sweet'- I don't remember feeling too drunk to have another, but I do recall feeling like there was a bit too much of a sugar punch in there (or at least what I was perceiving as sweet), for me to enjoy a second round.  

So!  How many limes should we give the 'Clam?  Welp, I don't think it's really fair to rate them at the moment.   I believe, we need a rematch...

TO BE CONTINUED...


  

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