Although it was a similar texture, the Mussels were way better than the oysters. I'm not sure what it was, maybe it was the sauce the mussels were bathed in or maybe it was my mood that evening...or maybe, JUST MAYBE my little taste buds are growing up because, I liked them.
We ordered the mussels at a little bar called Starlite Bar off India Street. A very unique atmosphere and kind of an odd place to order them but, as soon as my partner-in-crime saw them on the menu there was no stopping him. He had a feeling i have yet to try them and he was not going to let me get away with it. And I’m glad he didn't. I honestly enjoyed the squishy, kinda chewy, wannabe meat.
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