Thanks to Robb Walsh's book, "Sex, Death and Oysters," I may actually die from raw oyster eating before I realize I have an immunocompromised illness. I have eaten oysters in France, Ireland and the East Coast of the US, and of course tons of Gulf Coast oysters, all as a result of reading his very entertaining book.
So for the past 5 or so years, I've been again eating raw oysters in the winter, which I previously avoided. I finally traveled to Gilhooley's and had the smoked oysters, Robb's number one dish in "Houston."
Perhaps I like them raw best, and those raw oysters at Gilhooley's were smaller, saltier, and more flavorful than we get in Houston. And at $7.50/doz, an extreme bargain. The oysters Gilhooley? Awesome, yes, but not the best dish in Houston, unless you prefer cooked oysters, which I don't. San Leon, last bastion of smoking in food areas. The waitress was smoking. No kidding. Maybe that's why it took 40 minutes to get 6 fried shrimp. And that was supposed to be 3 fried oysters and 3 fried shrimp. Side of shrimp cole slaw was fantastic, filled with chopped shrimp, side of hush puppies turned into pickled green tomatoes, even better. Left happy except for the smoke filled clothes, all the way back to "Houston."
A field trip, like going to the zoo.
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