Anita and I had our fresh shrimp revelation a few years ago while vacationing in Mendocino on the California coast. Hunting for grillables in the local grocery store, we ran across some fresh, just-off-the-boat, locally caught prawns (don't remember the variety). We bought a pound, shelled them, drizzled olive oil and sprinkled salt, and then scared the hell out of them over a hot fire. Orgasmic. We went back the next day for more, but they were sold out. Since then, we've hunted, begged, and pleaded for truly fresh shrimp with little success. Mutual Fish, here I come!