Wicked Good Pizza is the name of a restaurant I ate at in October 2010 while traveling for work. It is in Frankenmuth, one of the towns I most appreciate in Michigan.
They had clams on the menu. Not many restaurants do. We were shocked by their size and enjoyed every bit.
When I say huge, they were thick like a roll of Life Savers and about as long too. Oh my, they were fried up just right. Nice and crisp. Perfectly warm, not too hot. Even the cole slaw was tasty. I’d definitely go back.
Moral of the Story: Don’t write about food on an empty stomach. These are not local to me. Now what do I eat for supper?
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