Nothing could possibly spoil the festivities of consumption – not even a cold, rainy forecast or hours of late night travel. Crowds packed the tents of Main Street Wellfleet to enjoy live music, local vendors, games and the featured attraction for the annual Oyster Fest. Fresh shucked oysters, fried oysters, grilled oysters with garlic butter, oyster stew, bloody marys with a floating raw oyster– you would think that you’d overdose but you really don’t. There is a separate compartment in the belly for slurping ice cold, raw, ocean essenced shellfish.
And there is just something about watching scruffy, burly men shucking oysters a mile a minute – it makes the reputation and mystery of the oyster all the more alluring and delicious. There is no doubt that The Fest will be an annual excursion in the Hagopian household from this point on. No doubt.