Tonight we went out for dinner and Billy and I both got seafood. Me, because I never see a reason NOT to get seafood, and Billy because, hey! It's Maine! Let's get some seafood!
I went with fish and chips, while Billy went with fried clams.
"I haven't had fried clam bellies in five years!" he exclaimed.
Luckily they lived up.
"Man, these are good. Remember when we would get these down at the Connecticut shore? And they'd be all mushy? And have sand in them? And sometimes parts of cars? Like a piece of a key? Or maybe a syringe? Like, hey! [picks at tooth] What is that? Oh. A needle."
No needles tonight, kids.
They should put that testimonial on the menu!