On the second official day of our vacation, we ate at an oyster bar called Wintzell’s in Mobile, Alabama. The main reason we ate there was because Ed wanted gumbo. As if we needed any other reason! I like making that man of mine happy! (Did you just feel the eyes in his head roll backwards? I think they’re going to be stuck that way!)
Anyway, we found the restaurant loud and fun and perfect for our foursome! Shortly after we sat down, Trip asked what an oyster was. I tried for several minutes to explain what an oyster was, but my explanations just weren’t cutting it. I noticed a man behind the bar shucking oysters. I told Trip to get up, we went over to the bar, and I asked if my baby could see one of the oysters he was shucking.
The man was beyond nice. He told Trip everything he could about oysters in about five minutes and then asked if Trip would like to try one. Trip absorbed everything gratefully. Then, the nice man asked Trip if he wanted to try one. Trip thought about it for a minute and didn’t say anything. The man then suggested that Trip try one on a cracker and my little boy was down to try an oyster.
I put about seven and a half drops of Tobasco on the oyster before he was ready to try the oyster and had a folded paper towel in case the oyster came rapidly back out with instructions on what to do if said oyster did not agree with him because I have some major texture issues and am extremely conscientious to the texture issues in others, but little dude chewed it up and swallowed all of it and claimed to like the raw oyster.
I was proud. There is absolutely no chance I would have tried anything like that when I was his age. Dude was brave!
We went back to our table and bragged to Ed about what he had done. Ed was dutifully impressed. We all looked over our menus and Trip insisted on ordering the oyster sampler. They oyster sampler consisted of sixteen oysters prepared in several different ways. The dish was expensive so I offered to share the dish with Trip since I only wanted a bowl of gumbo anyway.
Can you guess what happened when the food came out?
It won’t be hard. I promise.
Trip took one look at the huge plate of oysters, then looked at me and my gumbo, and said he couldn’t eat any of the oysters.
I wasn’t entirely surprised, but REALLY, DUDE?
I didn’t want a huge plate of oysters. I had only planned on stealing his oysters Rockefeller.
What are you going to do? There’s no wasting good oysters!