Clamburger in paradise? Some days, my subconscious seems hell bent on embarrassing me.

I am sitting at the bar in a tropical-themed bar and grill, drinking and talking with my grandfather. Papaw is having whiskey and I'm having beer. He's not eating, but I've just finished an unusual dish. It's ground beef, onions, tomato, mushrooms, cheese and clam mixed up together and baked and served in a clamshell. It is, in fact, a "clamburger." It was delicious. I'm sitting there, considering the dish, and I think, "That was good. I could have another..."