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| - I've never been mad for mollusks and so when I was dragged here kicking and screaming like an infant, I didn't think I'd enjoy myself (or eat anything!). I was wrong as per usual. Oyster Boy is a lil hole in the wall, but it has huge personality and it knows its oysters. In fact, it's THE go-to place for oysters in Toronto...as I had been told (but had previously ignored) and soon discovered for myself.
I've always had an aversion to these slimy suckers, but the staff does the shucking for you, while offering up explanations and tossing away the bad boys. Their knowledge of oysters is truly legit. Their assistance also makes the situation a little more comfortable if you're new this sort of dining experience. Luckily for me, I caught on quick and started to develop a palate for the raw kind. Or, perhaps I had just tricked myself into believing I loved it all because oysters are known as aphrodisiacs (dot dot dot).
To sum it up, this place is aces and I'll definitely go back to try out some other fan favourites, like clams, marinated calamari, and beer battered fish oh my!- or shall I say, oh Oyster Boy!
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