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I try to not borrow too much from our late friend Lex, but when he muses on the appeal of my youthful environs, I can't help myself. 

One of the advantages of blogging – this thing of ours – apart from getting to choose the topic of conversation, engaging in scintillating conversation, banning the occasional troll and meeting people who already know far more about you than you do about them, is getting the occasional recommendation. So thanks, Oyster: The pound of mussels at Toby’s Tavern, in Coupeville, WA, which is a delightful place, if rather sleepy at 7PM on a Monday night. Any sleepier and I’d have called EMS on the entire town. The bivalves went down swimmingly with the Parrot red ale, a buttery mixture well suited to the outside rigors. I will not, for now, mention the garlic bread, served in three unctuous pieces and totally out of the Zone. For then there were none.

I can  certainly second Oyster's recommendation of Toby's Tavern. Should you ever find yourself in the area, it's quite worthwhile to make the effort to visit. 

As to  the mussels served, you can quite literally see the rafts where the mussels were farmed on lovely  Penn Cove and likely harvested the same day you are served them.