November 9.
It must be Savannah, Georgia.
We headed down to River Street
to take in the sights and sounds
and indulge in some oysters.
Again, a little heavy-handed on the toppings,
but I suffered through.
Then we walked on to another oyster bar.
Now the raw oysters were terrific.
Finally, eastern oysters.
No way can the Pacific oyster stand up to an eastern oyster.
Special points for all the lemon slices
and a container of both ketchup AND horseradish
so I could make my dip just as hot as I want.
Another plate of Rockefeller.
Not as good as mine
but much better than the last ones.
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