Slimy, yet satisfying ... sort of

Last night, Andy and I went to McGarvey's Saloon and Oyster Bar for dinner and a couple beers, and he made me eat raw oysters. (Andy here, there was no gun involved. I promise.) No, there was no gun, but there was a piercing look of disappointment when I said no. So I ate one. Then I ate one more just to prove I was serious.

To be honest, they weren't nearly as bad as I expected. I didn't love them, but in a weird way they were somewhat enjoyable. I wouldn't rule out eating them again, but they definitely wouldn't be my first choice. The flavor wasn't bad at all -- but the consistency can only be described as icky.

I mean, look at these. They're slimy.

Bottomline: Not too bad, but I think I'll stick to crab cakes