In this review of Sex, Death & Oysters on the entertaining Eat Me Daily food blog, I make a convert:
One thing this book did do, if nothing else, was inspire me to go out and try my first Galveston Bay oysters (though as of this writing we’re a bit closer to the Easter endcap of the Texan oyster season that I’d have liked). As Walsh promised, they were different than any other oyster I’ve ever eaten: tremendous in size — some were half the size of my fist — with creamy, soft flesh that was an entirely different flavor than the briny, salty East Coast oysters that had previously made up the entirety of my oyster-eating repertoire. Consider me converted, Walsh. -Paula Forbes