Chowin' on Clam Chowder

I went to Red Sails Inn with a friend on Thursday. I don't think I've felt that happy in a long time, which is a bit remarkable considering my constant state of happiness. Being there reminded me of my childhood, and it was kind of impossible for me to wipe the stupid grin off of my face.

The restaurant is on Shelter Island, overlooking Fisherman's Landing and H&M. Based on the decor, you feel like your on an old, early 20th century fishing boat. I used to go there all the time with my dad to eat clam chowder (because it really is the best clam chowder in San Diego). I always ordered a ton of oyster crackers with the chowder and an appetizer of calamari strips.

Well, this time when I went, the sun set while I was there and we were sitting next to the window, so I saw the docks at night with the lights and peaceful atmosphere. I really miss fishing. I haven't gone on a trip out to sea in a few years, but I never realized how much I missed it. Half the fun is just the trip out, standing at the bow while the boat moved in the direction of the Catalinas or down toward Baja. Then the other half is the fun of having a fish on the line, fighting for everything it's worth.