Thank you, Hunt's Oyster Bar, for beckoning with your off-the-beaten path location in the Historic St. Andrews community of Panama City. Thank you, Eva Z., for recommending Hunt's on Yelp. Thank, you, weather, for being rainy for most of the day on Saturday during our visit to Panama City Beach. I have officially had the best oysters of my life.
Last weekend, the boyfriend and I decided to rendezvous in Panama City Beach, since I could easily drive from Montgomery (and fit in a work meeting on the way), and he could quickly fly nonstop from the D.C. area. Panama City is not the best beach that the Gulf has to offer, but the coastline is beautiful, the sand is fluffy-white, and we thankfully stayed in a hotel free of spring breakers (also thanks to my favorite Yelper, Eva Z.). I love you, Eva
When Saturday morning greeted us with rain, we spent a leisurely morning in the hotel room and out on our balcony trying to decide whether to head to the outlet mall in Destin or to Hunt's for lunch. We made the right choice.
Hunt's is divey, yet quaint. Its yellow-cottage exterior beckons, though it's not on the waterfront or anything special like that. But it's good. And it's real. And, a man with two fingers on his left hand shucks the plumpest, juiciest oysters right in front of you and piles them on your plate.
Hunt's is divey, yet quaint. Its yellow-cottage exterior beckons, though it's not on the waterfront or anything special like that. But it's good. And it's real. And, a man with two fingers on his left hand shucks the plumpest, juiciest oysters right in front of you and piles them on your plate.
Hunt's had the freshest oysters I've ever seen or tasted, from just down the road in Apalachicola, FL. We had three-cheese baked oysters, which were delicious (especially with jalapeno), but our true loves were the raw oysters. We ate a dozen baked oysters, three dozen raw, and at $4.45 per dozen, our wallets were also a fan of Hunt's. We washed the oysters down with glasses of Pinot Grigio (and I'm pretty sure we were the only ones in the joint that preferred wine over beer, but that's OK). We left full, frisky, and most importantly.... happy. 