Make the World Your Cortes Island Oyster...

By having a love affair with the “Royal Courtesan”, a most succulent and delectable raw oyster experience. Direct from my oyster beds on Cortes Island, the Oyster Man likes to offer a “grower direct” oyster eating experience that will be memorable. Love affairs usually are!

The Royal Courtesan is a beach grown oyster with a fresh and crisp taste that imparts a feeling of both opulence and adventure. It has a distinct dark mantle and a very hard, well developed outer shell. simply sensuous! Each oyster is raised with consummate care on my tide-swept beach, and when it’s ideal size and quality has been reached, it is hand picked and delivered directly to homes, restaurants, or social events. The Courtesan truly represents what is for me, a labour of love.

Enjoy and respect life from the sea!

Brent

Lusty Bits of Nourishment

Oysters and Clams: Direct from my farm on Cortes Island, B.C.

When: Friday, March 5th and Saturday, March 6th, 2010

Where: Parking lot at 323 Nelson Ave. a.k.a. "The Daily Grind"

Time: 10:30 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

REMINDER:  Neither you nor I will be allowed to shuck oysters on site, by order of Interior Health.  

This also means no more oyster shucking demonstrations.  Tis a pity, is it not? 

To place advance orders, give me a call @ 250-505-3251 or email: info@theoysterman.com

I look forward to seeing you. Cheers, Brent

Go on, you know you want it

Your first oyster is a rite of passage comparable to your first sexual experience, says Lisa Hilton. She should know - she did both one year on holiday in France. Now a confirmed addict, she trawls Paris in search of salty, sensuous pleasures.

During a memorable summer in Agde, in the South of France, I lost my virginity and ate my first oyster. One experience left me feeling mysteriously adult, sensually alive in a way I never had before, full of the promise of the future. The other involved a tent and a Dutch bloke who worked in a record shop in Rotterdam. Perhaps it was no accident that the two events coincided, since the association between oysters and sex has been so hackneyed as to become an embarrassing cliché.

A friend tells me he cringes when ordering them on a date as it seems shamingly obvious, but since the clichéxists it seems best to get it over with briskly (rather like losing one's virginity).

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