An original stew, brewed with bite and a bit of booze. — If I could implore you to try one of my recipes, this is the one. This chowder is a sweet kiss on the lips, a tang on the tongue, and a tickle in the throat. This chowder originated decades ago when I had my first real job as a dishwasher in our biggest hometown hotel. The chef at that time was a portly, nearly constantly drunk Spaniard. He was a crude, impatient, callous, sexist, demanding tyrant in the kitchen.