Originally posted by CharLac I had fish soup the night before and the mussels seemed a bit off. That could have been it.
There it is.
The mussels.
While driving Monstro I often found myself near Sturbridge, Massachusetts (a short drive West of Boston). There was a small village where I would bobtail to and do a load of laundry, and then stop at a neat little restaurant, have a nice dinner and a beer, then go and crash in the sleeper in the restaurant parking lot. The food was always great.
The last time I passed through that way was to pick up a load of ground support for Boeing at Logan. The night before I had dinner at what had become my favorite place there. They had a special on steamer clams. So I had a bucket of steamer clams, a salad, bread, and one beer. After dinner I went to the truck, crawled in back and went to sleep. My alarm was set for around 3 am so I would have time to get back to the truckstop, hook to my wagon, grab a shower and fix breakfast.
I woke up about 2 hours after falling asleep.
And spent the next 3 or 4 hours heaving in the bushes by the truck. I puked so much I swear I spit up dinner from a week before. Finally it was time to get rolling, so I drove the few miles to the trailer, puked, went in and showered, puked, went to the truck to fix breakfast (which I didn't), puked, made some coffee, puked, did my pretrip, puked, stopped and fueld up as I left, puked, and got on the tollway headed for Boston. Stopped at every service plaza and puked. Got to Logan, and got in line at the security gate. Puked one last time.
I was very dehydrated after all that.
Got loaded, and headed out.
At the first service plaza on the tollway I found a place to park and went back to bed.
Later that day I called the restaurant and complained and they acted like it wasn't the clams. I know better.
And I will never eat at that place ever again.