Oyster Time of Year

The season to cuddle up at the bar and watch the snow fall is here! Surrounded by poinsettias and pine, folks take breaks from shopping, or sneak away when the kids are at school, and treat themselves to what else...the freshly harvested oysters, and since tis' the season, some bubbly. As you enjoy the lip-smacking flavor of your oyster, col bacio, with a kiss, imagine yourself dockside, without a winter coat, breathing that salty air, somewhere tucked inside a seagrass lined bay, anywhere between Buzzards Bay and Narragansett, RI, where their own distinguishable tides brought that cradled oyster to your spot at the bar. It's "strong taste of the sea", as Hemingway describes the alluring oyster in "A Moveable Feast", transports you from bay to bay. He writes, "As I ate the oysters with their strong taste of the sea...and the succulent texture, and as I drank their cold liquid from each shell and washed it down with the crisp taste of the wine, I lost the empty feeling and began to be happy and to make plans.”

With plans to be happy during this oyster time of year, dash away those empty feelings along coastal tides from Cibo Matto Caffe to the cafe's of Hemingway's Paris, where he and his wife, "stopped at Pruniers on the way home...we had oysters and crabe Mexicaine with glasses of Sancerre." We'd love it if you stopped by on your way home, and we'll certainly put Sancerre on our Christmas list.