As I slurped the Glidden it reminded me of that jovial moment as a kid when your mom took you to the beach for the first time. You run down the sand, splash through the waves, and dive into the first decent wave. Coming up for air, you realize you are frigid and you've swallowed a bit of icy ocean water. Never the less, it's glorious and the ocean water tasted like it was heaven sent. That's what I tasted this morning. The Glidden Point transported me back to a childhood memory of awesomeness.
The challenger oyster was indeed a very good oyster and has come a long way through the years. I could eat them every day and be a happy camper.
I often hear Glidden's glory spoke aloud from oyster connoisseurs. As a true American, I can grow skeptical when things are put too high on a pedistal. But damn.... Gliddens are one kick ass oyster.
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