We have eaten oysters from the Bayou to the cliffs of Maine and the briny West Coast. No matter the location, it's always been a family thing, but we've taken in friends — new and old — along the way. The water, sun, wind, and seafood that come with them are all part of our life and have been since we first dug our toes into the sands of the Chesapeake Bay. Everywhere we went — and that's most of North America and choice European hideouts — only served oysters with two possibilities: cocktail and mignonette sauce everywhere you looked!