“Dude! What the hell is this stuff?”
“Clam chowder, dude.”
“Not! It’s red!”
“It’s got tomatoes in it. So sue me.”
“Who the hell’s dumb enough to put tomatoes in clam chowder?”
“So you’re tellin’ me you don’t love New York?”
“I may hafta think about it. You sure?”
“Read it an’ weep, dude. ‘Manhattan-Style Clam Chowder.'”
“Yeah? Oh, OK, I get it. They put the red sauce in there to cover up the flavor, ’cause they can’t get good clams in New York. The bits in here ‘re tough enough to come from the Big Apple, I’ll say that – but if I want tough, I’ll log into mixed martial arts or somethin’. Still. Couldn’t they have stopped at one ‘mato?”
“Don’t think so, dude. Y’need two to mate, y’know.”
“Dude! I don’t wanna be thinkin’ ’bout that while I’m eatin’ my dinner!”
“No, dude? Wasn’t it you who was just complainin’ ’bout rubbery clams?”
“Du-UUUUUDE!!“
Best thing about Ivars: you get to choose your chowder!
Quilly said to come for a visit, so I am here to say Hi, I prefer my own Clam Chowder. With Hot Biscuits out of the oven when the Chowder is ready.
I like N.E. clam chowder. If it’s red it has to be creole with sausage and shrimp.
At Ivars I want New England Style, but I still love my Manhattan style, too!