This is my brother with ALL THE OYSTERS in the whole world. See, we wanted to go on the river boat architecture tour, but Sunday early afternoon the lines were insanity. So instead we walked down Navy Pier, ate some ice cream and soft pretzels like a pair of tourists, and then my brother said: “You know what I can’t get in AZ? Oysters.”
And we purchased and ate a boat-tour’s worth of oysters at Half Shell. I have no regrets.