A Provocative Act

I've been dying to try Pies and Thighs because I love me some fried chicken and biscuits, but when Josh and I went there, it was closed. Luckily, I had passed by Dana and Chris on the Williamsburg campus and they recommended what I thought was some kind of reggae Carribean restaurant, Marley and Sons. Bob had a bunch of sons, right? When we got the restaurant, I realized Marlow and Sons is owned by the same folks that gave us Diner and is more of a wine bar seafood shacky type place. No jerk chicken in sight.
There was an article in the New Yorker a couple of weeks ago about oysters that schooled me on that rule regarding oysters. You're not supposed to eat them on months without r's. For some reason, oysters know what months don't have r's in them and they have sex during that time, so you shouldn't eat them because they taste like their gonads. Or something like that.
Oysters are very sexy—they're wet, salty, and can be a little bit funky. I should write about oysters using some kind of sexy metaphors, but that seems kind of overdone. Besides, I was with my number one gay boyfriend. Josh and I were a bit apprehensive at first because it was a hot day and we're neurotic about getting sick, but after a stiff Mint Julip and Moscow Mule (ginger beer, lime and rum), we had no fears. Plus each oyster was only $1.25, it was happy hour(Mon-Fri 5-7 & Sat&Sun 2-6)! I wrote down the names of the oysters, but I lost the paper. You'll never remember the names anyway. All I remember is that the big ones were from the West Coast and the little ones were from the East. Or the other way around. Never you mind, all you need to know is that the big ones were funkier. The big ones were fleshier and creamier if you like oysters. Or phlegmier if you don't. The little ones were nice and briny and tasted fresh like the sea. I dug the little ones which goes along with what the New Yorker article mentions. Women like the smaller oysters. That article harped on whether or not people chewed the oyster. One farmer kind of kneaded it with his tongue, while another just bit it once. A chef said he learned as a kid that you had to chew it or else it would go down your gullet alive! Whatever the case, we had four of each oyster and it was the perfect amount. We then shared a nice, but not as interesting as the oysters, mozzarella and salami panini.
Marlow & Sons 81 Broadway, Williamsburg. Call for hours at 718.384.1441.