Unfortunately, even legendary frontier figures like Kit Carson and Davy Crockett couldn’t keep the notorious chowder spot a secret.  By the early 1840s, settlers began to speak of the “hellish and vile pit of stew” that could be seen along the trail to Oregon.  It wasn’t until after the construction of the transcontinental railway however that railroad and chowder barons united to ship the fetid stew to Eastern port cities, where it took a hold of the taste buds of consumers.  It is still eaten to this day by several dozen people.

A new Rumpus strip is here.