A Clean, Well-Lighted Oyster Bar

Apr 22, 2016

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Clean Oyster Bar


We were shucking oysters at the picnic tables at Hog Island Oyster Farm on Tomales Bay. The sun was low across the water, and a web of light danced on our glasses.

“Is it like this in New York?” she asked.

“No,” I said. “You don’t do this in New York.” I handed her a Hog Island Sweetwater, and she tilted it into her mouth, then drank her wine. It was a rosé from a man in Sebastopol, in Sonoma County, and it was cold and sharp and tasted faintly of strawberries.

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