Beware the Conch Ninja of Eleuthera.
Remember the “Bad Idea Jeans” SNL fake commercial from the early 90s? “I don’t know the guy, but I’ve got two kidneys and he needs one, so I figured…” Apparently I was wearing my Bad Idea Shorts over the weekend on our tropical vacation, otherwise I can’t explain* my decision to eat a conch salad — make that a raw conch salad — on a probably-polluted beach.
* In truth it probably had less to do with my attire and more to do with the Rum Bubbas we were drinking, more about which soon.
The Conch Ninja has a little open-air stand next to the Friday Night Fish Fry shack in Governor’s Harbor, Eleuthera, Bahamas, where he hacks open a fresh (or maybe not so fresh) conch, scoops meat from shell, dices it with onions and peppers, and serves it right up with a little citrus juice — so it’s ceviche, technically…except really it was pretty much raw. Conch salad: $10. Cholera: priceless.
In fairness, lots of other people were eating the salad and I doubt they all got sick. And he’s wearing rubber gloves, it’s all perfectly sanitary! What could possibly go wrong, I thought to myself.
Anyway, between our vacation and my subsequent 48 hours of [description withheld], I haven’t been in a blogging frame of mind. But we’re back, and I’m back; road trip posts to follow (we had several great meals, Conch of Death aside). Also maybe eventually something about Wheaton, where we have not eaten for a week. Surely there’s stuff happening here?