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How to eat an oyster, without the ceremony.

Every service, somebody at the counter looks at their first oyster the way you would look at a dare. This is for them, and for you, and for everyone who has been quietly tipping them back like medicine and wondering what the fuss is.

A tray of rock oysters on crushed ice with mignonette and halved lemons

Rule one: chew

The great myth is that oysters are swallowed whole, eyes shut, like a forfeit. Do that and you taste nothing but cold and courage. An oyster is food, not a rite. Bite it, twice or three times. That is where the flavour lives: first the salt, then the sweetness, then something green like cucumber peel, then the long mineral finish the wine people would call length if it came in a bottle.

Rule two: naked first

The tray arrives with mignonette, lemon and Tabasco, and all three earn their place. But try your first one bare. A good Whitstable rock in season needs nothing; it has been seasoning itself in the estuary all year. Dress the second one, compare, and now you have opinions, which is the entire point of sitting at a counter.

The liquor is not brine to be drained off. It is the oyster's own sauce, and it took the tide all year to make it.

Rule three: trust the small ones

Size impresses and rarely delivers. A number 3 rock, about a palm's width, has better texture and cleaner flavour than the fist-sized number 1 that photographs so well. When we grade in the morning, the small tight ones go to the counter and the giants go into the fish stew, which tells you everything.

What to drink

Cold and sharp beats grand and buttery: a Kentish Bacchus, a proper dry cider, or stout if you want the Victorian experience, which around here is not an affectation, it is a memory. Ask whoever is behind the counter what they are drinking. They will tell you at length.

The two-hundred-metre rule

Ours come off the Royal Whitstable beds you can see from the window, graded by hand each morning. If oysters have only ever reached you after a motorway journey, the counter downstairs is where the argument for eating them at source makes itself. Come hungry, chew properly, and if it is your first time, tell us. First-timers get the good corner seat and a little ceremony after all, just the pleasant kind.

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