I don't know why I'm even bothering writing this. It's my fault really, I fooled myself. I conjure up all these images and ideas when I hear the word fishery. In my mind a fishery is a wonderful place celebrating the rich bounty of the sea, but in actuality, a fishery is not much more than a freezer, a fryer, and a couple of lemons.
I knew this going in, but desperately needed a break from the 21 meals I cook a week. A fishery that delivers was the hook that sunk deep in my lip. If I had any forethought at all, I would have realized the reason you don't see many delivering fisheries, is due to the ephemeral lifespan of fried food in general. It is what it is and I'm not even going to bother complaining about that. I guess because I'm so upset, I'll nit pick about the fact that my fried seafood couldn't even bother to be seasoned. I'm gonna give someone the excuse that during my oil laden caloric excess feast, they didn't want me to go above my .01 % daily recommended sodium intake. I guess the sea was enough seasoning, and pepper is pointless. The horseradish "sauce" was nothing more than a spoonful of the jarred stuff you use to make bloody marys. I am being difficult and negative. After all, I'm the guy who decided it was a good day to cheat eating right and go for a basket of fried frozen stuff right? In my defense, I wouldn't be writing this at all if it just ended there. I'd be working on my fried food baby in guiltily bliss if my wife wasn't being cool and ordered me the soup.
Kate knows I like clam chowder. Hell, who doesn't? It's a perfect blend of rich, creamy, chewy goodness. An herbaceous savory symphony of delicate and decadent flavor celebrating one of the seas most common bivalve mollusks. Knowing my passion, she thought she would treat me to a cup of it just to ensure I rounded every base during the world series of bad dieting. What I got, was one of the most disgraceful things ever put before me. It was worthy of capital punishment. Something bad should happen to the person who thought it was ok to serve this culinary horror show. I know I'm being dramatic, and you're thinking it couldn't be all that bad. Understand, this is the first review I have ever written, ever. I am very passionate about food. I am compelled to share the disastrous toxic waste that was housed in that plastic take away container. Fist off it was gray. Someone should have taken notice right there. Not many of our foods are gray, so this should have stood out. Why was it gray? Because someone dumped an entire container of 30 year old dried rosemary of course! It was completely atrocious. What really boggles my mind is the fact that it really didn't have more than two pieces of clam meat. There's no reason for that. It's not like frozen clam meat is so expensive that it will break the food cost budget. After all it's called clam chowder, not scalded thickened rosemary milk with overcooked potatoes and mushy celery soup. It is a pathetic attempt to save money on an already low cost item. Those people should be ashamed of themselves. That's no way to establish a restaurant.
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