Among the very best:
Boston, at Fanuiel Hall Market, the whole clams. A shock, never expected anything that good. Greasy, but who cared? Sublime.

In contrast, fried baby squid a few years later on the banks of the Guadalquivir in Seville. Was told this was very exotic and gourmet. A basket of what looked like fried wrhite larvae but with hundreds of black specks. Someone pointed out all those black specks were eyes. The only saving grace was that there was no taste. If those tiny things had had any taste whatsoever, I couldn't have stood it.