I am no big fan of oysters. But, a trip to Tasmania without tasting oysters is like a trip to Penang without eating a bowl of the Teochew cendol along Penang Road.
On the way back from Port Arthur to Hobart on 29 March, we reminded ourselves to be on the look-out for any signboard about oysters. We were not disappointed and found a little store by a petrol station selling fresh oysters. Our first attempt - A$16 for a pack of twelve oysters.
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In Bicheno at Lobster Shark on 30 March, we ordered oysters for the second time - A$26 for a pack of twelve oysters. The higher price was "compensated" by a seafront view from Level 2 of the restaurant.
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The climax of the oysters search was on our way to Lauceston from Burnie on 3 April. We were taken to a "secret" spot by the sea by a local. At this vast seafront littered with rocks, there was endless supply of live oysters. It was left to the ingenuity of the individuals to find these creatures which are tightly "glued" to the rocks. Once found, the oyster has to be pried open with a screwdriver, sometimes with great effort. But by the time the succulent meat was slurped into the month, the pain was soon forgotten and we were on the move for more.
In situation liked this, I could only wish to have a bigger stomach and more time. Despite the effort and ambient, this was still once in a life time of oyster eating experience!
In the absence of lime juice, Tabasco pepper sauce provided the kick and helped to neutralize the salinity of the bit of sea water trapped with the succulent meat.
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Lucy's mom who joined the search was equally ecstatic to go through this tasting experience.
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