Call me Ishmael. Or don’t. But like the narrator from Moby Dick, I fell for a white beast.
For the past several weeks, I have searched for my white whale. But rather than hunting the seas for a whale, I’ve scoured eateries in town that have spruced up the noble tuna fish.
The tuna salad sandwich is a staple of American diets. It’s easy to prepare, but there are a million ways to make it. It’s cheap, but you pay for it by stinking like tuna the rest of the day…