There’s a blue building in Hendersonville, Tennessee where people speak in hushed, reverent tones about what happens inside.
Moby Dickys isn’t running a secret society – though the devotion of its oyster enthusiasts might suggest otherwise.
Finding exceptional oysters in a landlocked state sounds about as probable as discovering mermaids in a swimming pool, but culinary magic has a way of appearing in the most unexpected places.
The exterior of Moby Dickys gives little indication of the briny treasures within…