While reading a story recently, I was reminded of an incident involving my road roommate and myself and a popular chain restaurant...you know, the one that featured a silhouette of Simple Simon and the pieman. This incident featured CLAMS - not the mistakes on a chart, but the popular bivalves.
Seems that Fred and I were on a recording session, and were staying at a hotel that had the afore-mentioned restaurant...it was a Wednesday night, and the featured special was "All-You-Can-Eat" fried clams. As both of us were fans of that particular meal, our plans for the early evening were set. We each enjoyed several large plates of the tasty little gems, and had ordered refills again, when our waitress came out with a chagrined look on her face.
She informed us, with just the right amount of apologetic quiver on her voice, that the kitchen was out of clams...and Fred and I looked at each other, started to laugh, and in unison said, "And that's all you can eat!"
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