It's a messy business, to be sure. It requires a mallet, a debris plate, and a hell of a lot of napkins. It also makes dinner fun, and it was a great bonus to see my boyfriend smile and laugh and enjoy himself despite his overall stress level.
Per the generally understated, very midwestern taller half, "I could get used to this. It's one of the good things about living here."
Check out the aftermath...this is what two hungry folks can do to a pile of seafood:
The best part is...oyster season has just begun. Mwahahahahahahaha!