I spent the other day going from freezer section to freezer section (high end and low end--Whole Foods to Bells to Safeway to HoleInTheWalls) questing for those jumbo bags of frozen clam strips. Just wanted to head off the craving, preemtive-strike-fashion, with a fat bag in the freezer. Unfortunately, everyone seems to have stopped selling them. Does anyone know where I can find them? I'm sure I can get them freshly made, but I doubt I'll sit in a restaurant to satisfy the urge (that's not snobbery, probably just the opposite). (After Boston I just can't stand not getting deep-fried clams from those boston area seafood shacks.) I'd rather just go wholly low-brow with a frozen mess to quell an urge.
Safeway had up to 10 different versions of frozen shrimp ("gourmet", thai, tempuras), yet no clam. I've no doubt someone on this board is industry-connected and can shed light on this. How can deepfried frozen clam be a "seasonal" thing? There is little to no actual clam in it, honestly. I wonder if this is an offensively lowbrow post to this board? Many things make me fear ever meeting the actual people of SFChowhound.com. I wonder if I'm alone in that? Me--I can't casually guess the provenance of cheeses (or fruits), I'll drink bad coffee, I like living a block away from Mariposa Cafe, and I've never been invited to Sawa's. I'm terrified of Melanie Wong. Does anyone else fear her? I'll bet she's a lovely person, but she seems to have a first-hand knowledge of almost every topic, even the international ones, and especially the wine ones. Before posting this I noticed her last few time stamps had her posting those kindly and knowledgeable replies all the way to about 4AM this morning. I'm hoping this is proof that she's not a real person, and is in fact the fictional alias a huge backscenes team of encyclopedic foodies use to give the site a more personal tone.
My clam strip search was primarily a quest and gathering for a periodic personal food review (plain croissants, this time). I just also jumped into any supermarket as I passed one en route to bakeries from los gatos to Bay Breads shops. But I'd rather die than have you vintners and restauranteurs know how a person like me sizes up food. You're not elitist, just intimidating. For instance, this makes me lose sleep:
I strongly suspect I've enjoyed the "wrong" xiao long bai. And this makes me feel really bad.
Fearing SF foodies seems not irrational to me, though. For instance, fearing judgemental MaitreD's is accepted. Someone who was in a tux for halloween was trying to be James Bond, but was mistaken for "Head-Waiter-Guy" instead, and he GENUINELY didn't care at all. In his words, "so long as I get to be feared and in some position of power ..."
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