Ever since the Great Tomato Scare of '08 started, I've been absolutely terrified to even leave my home. What if I was innocently walking down the street and some hooligan threw a tomato at me, it got in my mouth and...and...I contracted salmonella?! What would I do? It's MUCH safer to just stay indoors. The only trouble is, it's been about 140 degrees in the shade in San Francisco and I don't have air conditioning. It sucks.
So this weekend, I decided to risk it all and drive up to Tomales Bay with my roommate and escape the heat. I figured I was safe from tomato-throwing lunatics on the highway, so I was glad to finally leave my house.
I'm not a big oyster fan, in fact I don't get them. It seems just plain dumb to me to suck down some fishy slimy glob of yuck down your throat. Way too pretentious for me. But I tasted something so delicious, I'll never be the same. BBQ'd oysters!
We stopped at this cute and quaint little roadside seafood restaurant on Highway 1, right on Tomales Bay and smack dab in the middle of the dining room was a grill filled with oysters bbq'ing right in their shells. After they were done and sizzling, the chef poured this yummy, tangy sauce over them and topped them off with chopped garlic. I was in absolute heaven.
Unfortunately, after we left and were back on the road, my roommate informed me that the sauce they used on the oysters was primarily made from...TOMATOES! So we made a quick pitstop to the nearest hospital so I could have my stomach pumped. My throat is still a little raw and bloody from the tube they stuck down my throat and my stomach muscles are still sore from hurling, but I don't have salmonella! All in all, it was a good weekend!
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Thank the oyster gods you've seen the light. Next time y'all come to the South, we'll go to a real oyster barbecue.
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