Yesterday I ate my first oyster. My friend Lola and I were exploring Tomales Bay and she wanted to stop at Hog island Oysters for some oysters. I’m a nice friend, so even though I knew this would mean I’d seat around staring at the bay while she ate oyster after oyster, I complied. Plus it’s a nice bay.
Hog Island Oysters has a swank oyster bar at the Ferry but at the “farm” it’s a much more downscale (though not cheaper) experience. You park your car, go into the farm and chose your oysters among the types available that day (they start at $10 a dozen). You can then either take them home, or pay $8-10 per person for use of their pic-nic facilities – don’t expect anything fancy, just a few old pic-nic tables and grills. As I wasn’t eating oysters, they were nice enough to not charge me but Lola’s bill for two dozen oysters and pic-nic fee came up to $30. Not bad, but not that much cheaper than at their bar where oysters cost $1.50 each.
Lola was quite happy to eat her oysters plain and raw, if you want to BBQ yours or add some lemon or condiments you can buy charcoal and supplies at the general stores a few minutes south. Hog Island Oysters does provide you with a tray, a shucking knife and glove so you can shuck them yourself.
Lola was in ecstasy. She ate and she moaned and she celebrated each and every taste, to the point that I figured I should at least give them a try. Could they possibly be that good? Trying them wasn
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