Conch fritter sounds good
May the wind always be at your back
I have a fun conch fritter story.
My wife and I were coming into West End Bahamas, when they were just starting to build the fancy resort they have now.
But back then, around year 2000, it was still a sleepy little marina where you checked in at Customs.
I got the Bertram docked, somewhat worried about depth, saw a lot of sand being kicked up. Worrisome when your engines and a/c units are gulping
in cooling water constantly.
No restaurants, just a little shack on the beach close to the walkway to Customs.
Three coolers and a barbecue grill.
And a true mountain of empty conch shells, gleaming white, baked in the sun.
I was hungry, as usual, and went to check it out.
hey mon.
Two conch fritters please.
He takes the conch meat out of the cooler, puts it on a big piece of wood and starts wailing on it with a
small wooden club. After he flattened it a bit, into the bowl of bread crumbs or whatever it was, and then onto the
grill. Couple of minutes later, on a hamburger bun with a nice slice of tomato on it, that conch
fritter was one of the best things I've eaten. Tender and not rubbery at all. We almost ordered a couple more to go.