Mama Said Go to Hunt's

One of the requirements of a trip to Panama City, if you ask anyone in Patrick's family, is a visit to Hunt's Oyster Bar. 

The place is rustic as hell, and they'll hassle you if you eat less than a dozen oysters, but they shuck them in front of you, the wine glasses are made of plastic so there's no chance of me knocking them over & breaking them, and the oysters are about 40 cents each. 

Forty. 

Cents. 

Each. 

And more importantly, they really are the best damn oysters in the world.