Right, so I know they're supposedly an absolute delicacy, but they do look a bit like giant boogers don't they? Not to mention that the idea of eating them always makes me think of the Walrus and the Carpenter and the baby oyster massacre, which is obviously not a very encouraging story as far as oyster eating goes.
However, as a lover of all seafood and anything that goes with champagne (as well as the champagne itself), maybe it's time to learn?
So, at it I went with my two favourite oyster experts of which one has once branded oysters 'better than sex'. It turns out she's a liar.
Overlooking the rather jiggly and gunky appearance of the oysters, they don't look too shabby. After all, there is a certain pearly shine to them, and I like pearls.
Then, in my mouth it goes and it was about as pleasant as swallowing a load of seawater. Only slimier. At least the champagne helped rinse it down...
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| Here we have them! |
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| How bad can it be, really? |
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| Here it goes.... |
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| Slurp! |
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| OK - it's in my mouth. |
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| Why on Earth did I put that in my mouth??? |
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| Wait, it's getting better... |
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| Only that it's really not! |
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| Survivor! |
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