Victoria R.
Yelp
So let me ask you, Is Ignorance really Bliss? Was Tennyson right? 'Tis better to have love and lost, then never to have loved at all?
Gurrrrrl, What is wrong with you? Sigh. I get dramatic a little when I think about my experience here. It was a beautiful day in Pike's Place. Fresh off the plane, I was focused on my pursuit of yumminess and made a beeline to Pike Place Market, luggage and all. I was happily listening to the street performers singing tunes and chompin' on my second salmon pate piroshky which I scored from piroshky piroshky.
Suddenly, I remembered that my lovely siblings ate oysters from somewhere at Pike Place Market. They texted me pics months before, happily creating envy in me. They were apparently, "Sooooo goooood" that my lil sis, an oyster-hater, was miraculously converted. Hmmmmmm. Interesting.
I, on the other hand, have always loved oysters. Seafood. Love. synonymous. The middle sis texted me saying the location was right across piroshky piroshky at the fish place where they DON'T Throw fish. Found it.
"Hi! I'll take three of the oysters shooters please." I wish I could tell you the price, but honestly, It doesn't matter. I would happily pay three times what they asked.
It was one of those Pivotal moments in life when the Earth Shifts, and all you thought you knew was suddenly an unequivocal lie.
At first TASTE, The Skies Opened up, Rainbows Appeared, Unicorns Frolicked, Fairies Dusted, Dragons Flew, Mermaids Splashed...These Oysters. Oysters of the gods. Oysters from King Neptune Himself. I thought I knew what oysters were supposed to taste like. I didn't. Creamy, Rich, Delicious morsels of Ocean unassumingly dished in a plastic cup with cocktail sauce and lemon. WHAT?!!!! How did I not know?
And now that I know, there is no Bliss from the oysters down here. Comparison is bittersweet disappointment. If you love oysters, maybe ignorance IS Bliss. Maybe don't come here. Because now that I know, Maybe 'tis better to never have had them at all.