Saturday at the Chart Room

I am starting to believe that the deal with Chart Room chowder is that we will never get a truly accurate assessment of it. We always seem to eat it on a sunny day, outside, after a sail, after beer, and with drinks. Those conditions all predispose us to think it's outstanding.

This Saturday was no exception. For the record, we won the race but we didn't know it at the time. Still, we were feeling proud and happy and exhausted and starving. Sitting outside after a few beers, eating that chowder, it's just ideal.

It's reliably great chowder though. Thick and creamy with perfect potatoes and fresh clams.

And did I mention? We won.