I used to eat sandwiches daily. Although my tastes migrated away from bread, but I’ll never forget three sandwiches I discovered on my travels.
The late Kays Gary, a daily columnist for The Charlotte Observer, rented his house to my family years ago and described a “heaven-on-earth” fried scallop sandwich sold at a small hut on a bluff in Calabash, North Carolina.
I’m not sure we even hit the beach before hunting down the Waterfront Seafood Shack. There I found juicy, crispy, perfectly fried scallops piled high on a buttery bun, memorable even after more than 30 years.
– Chris Schroder, Publisher