This all started with a post on Facebook from my friend Alex. He put up a link to an article about a mobile pop-up oyster bar that had come to St. Petersburg. Some people were commenting that there was no was they’d eat oysters out of a van. I, the eternal optimist, was convinced that there was nothing shady about this operation and that one would not die a horrible death from eating raw, tainted seafood. The challenge was thrown down. Gabe and Alex would go eat oysters from a van.  

This is the Empire Oyster Shuck Truck. A 1967 Chevy Sportvan 108. Frankly, I’d eat almost anything that came from this van.

As it happens, you don’t actually eat the oysters in or directly from the van (though I have no issue with doing that, just look at that van!). They set up shop inside a local coffee shop/cocktail bar. In fact, it’s the same place that I took this lovely photo at.

This is a classy set-up. But I knew that beforehand. I think the idea of mobile, raw seafood freaks people out. It shouldn’t. You have to have a little faith in the person or place serving you food.

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This is what Alex had to say about our outing:

Most people would not jump at the chance to slurp raw oysters from a Chevy van called the “Shuck Truck.” But Gabe and I are not most people, so we jumped at the opportunity to try some mystery van mollusks. We were pleasantly surprised to find the Empire Oyster pop-up nestled inside Intermezzo Coffee and Cocktails. Inside, Empire set up a bar lined with seven different types of oysters – four from the East Coast and three from the West Coast – and a menagerie of custom sauces and eye-droppers full of spirits to squirt on top our bivalves. The result: A brine-filled happy hour full of our favorite shellfish.

Frankly, the oysters were amazing. Fresh. Salty. Perfectly shucked. It was wonderful. I’ll be back for more.

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And now, on to the rest of the pictures!