Ernest Hemmingway describes eating oysters in "A Moveable Feast" but I still can't find it. It is so poetic. Does anyone remember just how he describes it?
Is this the portion you're looking for? "As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea and their faint metallic taste that the cold white wine washed away, leaving only the sea taste and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans."
That's found in Chapter One. See this extract: