The place doesn't have the proper name. It should be "Fish'n chips boy".
They seem to be doing this quite well.
As far as the oysters they were fresh (that's pretty much the minimum you can ask for) but it felt like they went ashore to open them considering the time it took to reach our table in between orders.
Now the worse part: a simple dish like oysters is enjoyable by the attention given to what surrounds and supports it. Here the bread was plain bad, the butter blah, and in the vinegar/shallots sauce the shallots were...symbolic.
I come from an oyster culture. My 85 year old grandma use to bycicle to the fish market once a week to get her dozen... so my judgement might be altered. Say if I was italian it felt pretty much to me as if a restaurant calling itself "The Spaguetti guy" took hours to bring you the pasta, and brought you scarce and bad grated cheddar at a luxury price!