I’ll be honest, I don’t like oysters. I know they’re considered classy cuisine, but seriously, when I eat them I feel like I’m ingesting eyeballs. I am not even sure why I agreed to have them on our list because – as I learned – shucking them is almost as unappealing as eating them.

I just don’t get it. Let’s jab a knife inside an encrusted prehistoric aquatic organism, cut out its slimy insides, and slurp the thing whole. How this can be considered fun or classy, I have no idea. But hey, John loves oysters. And sometimes we just gotta do things to make the ones we love happy.

*Some advice: If you’re looking to buy fresh oysters in Lesliville, visit Hooked. (John gives their oysters two thumbs up).