New Zealand Herald writes – Once considered the poor man’s oyster, mussels are flexing their muscle on the Australian dining and tourism scene, writes Christine Retschlag

On a blustery Bellarine day, long lines of black mussels are swaying in the breeze like an old Greek woman’s washing.

To one side, the colourful crew of the aptly-named trawler Feral – all twisted steel and gadgets – are hauling in these Port Philip Bay bloomers – rustic ropes covered in molluscs.

To the other side, tourists aboard the much more refined Valerie are participating in a gender-reveal party… with a difference.

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