In the back, a man was shucking oysters as two men waited by a stand-up table that held a dish of lemon slices and a couple squirt bottles of sauce.
A snack to go. "Can I get one?" I asked the saleswoman. "One oyster shucked to eat here." I had two one dollar bills.
I love watching someone who knows how to do it right. The oyster was cut clean from the shell without a single bit of grit or dirt on the quivering morsel.
A squeeze of lemon. A dab of horseradish. Down the hatch!