Keep Clam

I knew it was a mistake even as I said it. I ordered clam chowder for lunch on Sunday knowing full well that no cook in the world comes to work on Sunday morning and makes clam chowder. The only day of the week that you can get fresh clam chowder is on Friday. Nothing tastes worse than old clam chowder. Sunday clam chowder will either be a thick, paste-like substance that is a vaguely gray color or a thin, milky substance with large chunks of potato floating in it.
There are a lot of guidelines like that if you eat out often. Like if you really feel like risking your life, eat salad off a buffet. You could be treating yourself to anything from hepatitis to e. coli. There's no way of knowing how many people have left their own personal strain of bacteria, but you can bet that at least one child has sneezed over that juicy fruit salad that you think will be a healthy addition to your diet.
On a less serious note, don't order ginger ale in an American restaurant. You will get Sprite with a splash of Coke. For some reason restaurant owners think that you can't taste ginger so why bother
stocking the product.
Okay, that's enough advice for today. But let me tell you what was funny about today's clam chowder incident. I tried eating a few spoonfuls of the paste-like substance and left the rest. At the end of the meal, the waitress asked me if I wanted a container to take the rest home with me. I think she was being sincere, so I declined politely. Now that I think about it, she might have been giving me one last chance to complain, but I couldn't, in good conscience, pretend that I didn't know ordering it was a mistake the moment the words came out of my mouth.
Nancy Sherer