One of the supposed perks to living in a port city is that comestible sea creatures are supposed to be not only plentiful, but also cheaper than you would get inland. Growing up near Morro Bay, down the coast, I remember this being the case but in San Francisco not so much. As a matter

Oh man do I love oysters!  Seriously, I think back to ancient times and realize that figuring out what humans could and could not eat, was probably a dismal feat of trial and error.  Like, what sad bastard, or series of sad bastards, said to themselves, “Alright, I’m gonna go around and pry open