You know how they say, “When in Rome, do as the Romans?” Well, when you’re in the Bahamas, you have to do like the Bahamians and try their most famous local dish: conch salad.
Pronounced “conk,” the dish is traditionally served raw, prepared ceviche-style with peppers, onions, tomatoes, orange juice, lime juice and herbs. While the dish is known nationwide, if you find yourself on the small island of Bimini—the second island stop on the itinerary I took part in to celebrate JetBlue’s inaugural, nonstop flight from Los Angeles to the Bahamas—you must stop by Stuart’s Conch Stand.
There, you’ll find a handful of locals on the inside enjoying the local fare and scenery, but if you step outside, you’ll find “Peanut”—one of the workers who’s been cracking conch shells to create the fine delicacy at the Stuart’s for years. In watching Peanut work the shellfish out of its beautiful home, he explained the difference between a male and female conch, how long they can live when detached from their shell (Spoiler Alert: not that long), and the many uses for the conch shell which include everything from building materials to cosmetics.
But the real star of the show came when it was time to try the traditional conch salad. While the taste was fresh and flavorful—something everyone should expect when eating any sort of seafood in the Bahamas—the dish is turned up 1,000,000 notches when accompanied by Bahamian goat pepper hot sauce. And by “1,000,000 notches,” I’m describing the level of heat that was present.
To be fair, the workers there did tell us that a little goes a long way, but what they should’ve said was: “This hot sauce will have you questioning your life and every decision you’ve made up until this point. Good luck and Godspeed.”
That would’ve been a more accurate warning.
Yet and still, as a Southern girl, I took a spoonful of conch salad with the sauce drizzled on it and ate it like a champ—boasting previously about Southerners’ affinity towards hot sauce mere moments before. Too bad I ended up shaking, lowkey crying, and looking for relief like a wuss on the backend. I don’t remember if I saw stars exactly, as my pain signals were firing off at lightning speed, but I know I most definitely disassociated for a good while as the heat overtook my mouth.
And while they did offer me mayo to take the bite out of the heat, I opted to only sip water because I wanted to still somehow prove I could pick up what the Bahamian goat pepper was putting down. It took a solid 10-15 minutes for the fire on my tongue to dissipate, and when I was finally able to mentally return to the present moment, I thanked the good folks at Stuart’s for a truly once-in-a-lifetime experience.
And I do mean that quite literally. I will never eat that hot sauce again. But the conch salad is a must for any visitor in Bimini. Just tread lightly if they offer you any sort of hot sauce.
You’ve been accurately warned.