clams win. you fail.

So I’ve been lucky enough to have recently been shipped to Boston for work on a Visa/NFL commercial.  The day before work my mom drove up from the Cape and we headed north to Rockport for the day  (Rockport apparently doubled for Sitka, Alaska in the movie The Proposal).   While there I ate fried clams.  Now, believe me, having grown up on Cape Cod I’ve had some mighty fine clams in my day, but these clams were off the hook.  Like, unfair.  These clams, from Ipswich, were ridiculously sweet and tender.

So when you rest your head on your pillow tonight, know this … my clams are better than you.