I remember when I first moved to Santa Barbara in the mid-1960s, there were mountains of abalone shells piled next to the railroad tracks in Goleta, near the lemon-packing plant. I never knew what that was about, and don’t know when they disappeared, but it seems like they were there for years.
And I remember many a great abalone sandwich at John Dory’s restaurant overlooking the pier where the Ab boats brought in their harvest.
Later, when abalone prices rose, eateries started offering “scallone,” abalone cut with scallops.
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Posted on June 26 at 4:30 p.m.
I remember when I first moved to Santa Barbara in the mid-1960s, there were mountains of abalone shells piled next to the railroad tracks in Goleta, near the lemon-packing plant. I never knew what that was about, and don’t know when they disappeared, but it seems like they were there for years.
And I remember many a great abalone sandwich at John Dory’s restaurant overlooking the pier where the Ab boats brought in their harvest.
Later, when abalone prices rose, eateries started offering “scallone,” abalone cut with scallops.
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