I'm pretty stoked to watch grown humans shovel literally hundreds of bivalves into their craws at lightning speed -- mainly because I've been a tiny bit fascinated/horrified by eating contests ever since the film Stand By Me came out and altered my preteen brain.
Radio maven Sterling James, a real pistol, hosts the 5pm throwdown, and a lot of restaurant industry peeps show up to egg on the contestants. Then the party moves indoors to a (slightly) less chaotic wine and oyster pairing event in the restaurant's bayfront event space from 6-8pm.
Because I love nothing more than throwing on a pair of latex gloves and counting out bucketfuls of spit-shone oyster shells. Hot stuff!