Here's the poop on the Oyster. We knew, didn't we, that the name DJ Oyster would not stand up to scrutiny, especially after the Q's critical commenters weighed in. Bluebird Cafe has a nice ring to it, though I certainly hope that's not one of the main entree's. Oh what do I know, maybe Bluebirds are the new chicken in this crazy universe where cuisine is the new rock 'n' roll. Thanks to my spies, I'm able to bring this to you from 250 miles away as I sit on the steps of the town hall of tiny Sandgate, VT, so small it has no shops save the "Wayside" general store. This is the only internet for miles around, and cell phones don't reach us at the Corner House. And yet, I can't help but be drawn here to check up on y'all and wish Jim Mamary and his new bistro at 504 Flatbush a great run. In nearly a dozen years the refrains I've heard loudest have been that we need a good bistro (soon we'll have two, plus longtime cantina Lincoln Park) and a good coffee haus (we have three). But something tells me the complaints will keep on pouring like lemonade on a hot summer day. I guess if you're paying $1400 for a studio, things stick in your craw.
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| Thanks Mark S. for the Photo! |
