A magical place
This is one of my most favorite ceilings in the whole world. The Oyster Bar at Grand Central Station in New York, USA. EH and I had lunch there, and she was served her first oysters ever. You should have seen her face when she ate the first one. I have to say that she showed no hesitation at all, just took one, put some lemon and sauce on it (I think), and then dumped it in her mouth. I think it was bigger than she had expected, because she looked a bit flustered, but then this huge happy grin spread across her face. Yummy!!! One more family member hooked on oysters. We had three kinds, Flying Point and Pimaquet (spelling?) from Maine, and Sisters Point from Washington State in the Pacific. This was the appetizer, and for lunch we had the traditional panroast - like a tomato-cream soup with seafood. Wonderful. Heavenly. A memory for forever. If you ever visit NYC, you have to go to this place. If you don't like fish and shellfish, they can probably whip up something for you anyway, like burgers or so.
3 comments:
It is Pemaquid, ME.
I agree, it´s a memory forever. And how could you better try oysters for the first time but with a sister? Thank you for the encouragement. I didn´t want to start smiling until I was sure about the taste, since I don´t really like raw fish such as sushi. You never know...
Yesterday I had some "cayenne super" chili with my salmon at home. That was good too.
Oysters and fishes are on two very different evolutionary lineages, so oysters should never taste fishy! But I know what you mean. I never liked oysters until I lived here, because in Sweden I had ones that just tasted like muddy seafloor. Plus, here in the US my palate has been trained by PPs fantastic cooking. Shrimp in anchovy butter, say no more!!!! (OK, I know, EH doesn't like anchovy, but maybe she would change after tasting those. It is not like Swedish 'ansjovis'.)
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