if rockefellers raw bar in north myrtle beach, s.c. were a pet you would take it out and shoot it in the head and, you wouldn’t even need to dig a hole to bury it. just scrape the mud, dirt, and filth out of the dime size oysters they just served us for dinner and you should have enough to bury it and the city block it sits on, although the environmental protection agency might have some objections. it wasn’t just bad folks, it was insultingly and disgustingly bad. i am not exaggerating about the size either. i halfway expected someone to walk out with a tv camera and tell us we had just been punked. ok, so there were a few oysters the size of a nickel and maybe two would reach the size of a quarter, but the most frightening part of the tray of steamed filth looked like it had been prepared in the kitchen of the walking dead. most of the tiny oysteretts featured a slimy, sandy, black filth that covered most them and much of the shells as well. however, for us, the really sad news is just this. my wife and i have been coming to rockefellers for the last 25 years now and until today it has been our favoriteseafoodrestuarant on the beach. i don’t know what happened. maybe they are under new mis-management or have a new owner who is a secret operative for the taliban. one thing is for sure. they have lost our business for good and i’m sure they couldn’t care less about that. i know they couldn’t care less because they could not have cared less about the filth they just served us for dinner. i am posting this review not just to voice my opinion, but also in the event of food poisoning or worse, we will have made our experience in deadly dining a matter of public record. by the way. for those who might ask why we bothered to eat the dirty dozen, we didn’t. only the ones on top which covered the dirty ones beneath. i guess that is the rockefellers dirty trick of the day. so long rockefellers. you have brought shame to the name.