Rhum Runners

In My Younger days I spent a lot (A LOT) of Time at Rhum Runners...

No, I am not THAT old,
     Rhum Runners was a bar in Mystic, it was inside Howard Johnsons (remember them?) Restaurant and Motel. The wonderful thing about drinking in a Motel Bar is that when they kicked you out of the bar at closing. (after you found yourself on the floor at last call,(literally) you got up and they served you another drink, (true, but has nothing to do with this story), you could stagger across the dinning area, grab a booth and order large quantities of food. Howard Johnsons had a fairly nice size menu back then and being slightly inebriated, (as in totally #$%'d up) we would order just about everything on the menu... If you knew it sounded good you ordered it, regardless as to what went with what.  Normal fare was pancakes (hotcakes were still a mid-western term) sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, hot dogs, fried mushrooms, scallops and clam rolls.

I remember one morning one of my friends (mostly brother firemen at the time), this one from New York City was sitting with us at the booth, (we would usually occupy three or more on the weekends, (both nights)), he looked over at my plate and with an excited look in his eyes, asked, as he pointed, "Scallops?"
I, being the same wise asshole I can still be, replied, "Yes."
He grabbed his fork, reached over to my plate, stabbed one of the deep fried nuggets and tossed it down his throat and swallowed it.

A split second later he coughed. This is the only time I have ever seen someone swallow something then cough it back into his mouth, and spit it into his hand without bringing up everything else he has had. 
"Yeah, that's a Scallop alright you Asshole, a @#$% Swamp Scallop!!".

Deep Fried Mushrooms in my opinion, are a wonderful thing.