According to the great George Gershwin, some of my friends and followers may want to call it off after this post. Seems when it comes to “oysters versus ersters,” people tend to disagree. In fact, they fall into one extreme category or the other. They either love ‘em, or they are repulsed by the very thought of ‘em.
I got a taste of my first oyster at Felix’s Oyster Bar in New Orleans on yet another family road-trip. I have been slurping the slippery suckers straight out of their shell ever since. Continue reading