When you can’t be with the ones you love, love the ones you’re with…
I sat at the counter (de rigueur) and the whole deal set me back about $25.
I loved how the waiter, a veteran of the storied Oyster Bar, shouted the lot number (“574”) across the bustling room to the runner.
Do Bianchi 
J- I have been wanting to try this icon, but every time I’m in the city time just ceases to exist. Thanks for the reminder post.
I can’t get out of there without consuming at least two dozen oysters.