are rarely a good idea. That is what I’ve learned thus far.
Update: That was a two margarita post, which was followed by tequila, wine, a conch fritter memory lapse followed by more conch fritters. And coconut shrimp. And a lemondrop shot. At this point, all I really remember about said conch fritters was a gummy starchiness, like deep fried gummy bears. Also, another question:
How come riding on someone’s really fancy huge boat always seems like a good idea, but then when you do you spend the whole time getting ordered around by that boat’s owner, who is nearly always an overly tanned, zero eye-contact shirtless misanthrope stuck in some macho stereotype from 1958?
I’ve heard they’re pretty good. I would imagine they would have to be spot on r they’d get tough, like mussels and clams and other shellfish.
Conch is a funny critter to prepare. If not done right it will always come out chewy. If you ever get the chance you should try marinated conch (almost like a cevhice). I know a little place in Cayman that does it right. How about a trip South?