How often have you used the words “Shucks” or “Shucking” in conversation this month?
You will if you get to the Woolwich Arms on a Friday night in December. It’s one of the first miracles of Christmas. My shucking man will stand there and keep shucking a dozen Malpeques as long as you keep handing him a $10 bill – or until he runs out.
How good are they? “They taste like another dozen” [R.I.]
Also, a year ago I started a tradition of slipping the first oyster into the bottom of my stout. The salty protein marinates nicely until it is his turn to go down.
Yep, I’ve been there both Fridays already this month.
So slip over the to Wooly and slip an oyster into your stout this Friday – you won’t be sorry.