Of small holes and the mixing of species

When I spend time by the ocean, with gray weather, in a town with commercial fishing, I get a craving for good clam chowder. According to reports, the Good Harvest Cafe in Crescent City has some chowder worth going in and sitting down with silverware and such, like a normal person, instead of grabbing and going like the dude of dubious character that I am. The chowder looked perfectly delicious,…