>>7003125The oysters from Watch Hill, Rhode Island make me just about weep when I eat them. Back in sophomore year of college, when I was still madly in love with my first real girlfriend, we went to the beach there on a perfect day. The water and sand were cleaner than any other beach in New England, and even had a distinct taste. I went body surfing, we built sand castles and talked about the future while the Watch Hill sea water dripped out of my nose for hours from the body surfing. we weren't right for each other, but I'll never feel an attachment that pure and bright again, and that pains me.
Tasting that ocean water in an oyster shell brings it all back at once and I have to think twice about ordering those Watch Hill oysters when I'm out.
