Met up Mr. Risotto and D'Artagnan for dinner and was itching for some seafood. My first inclination was to give Mary's Fish Camp a try. Saturday night 7pm, no reservations, no luck...that place is tiny and it was at least a 1 1/2 hour wait. I suggested Pearl Oyster Bar. I've been there before and always found the food very solid. It didn't fail. Overall, I give the restaurant an 83/100. My Menu 1) Fried Oysters – Recommended 2) Pearl Caesar – Highly Recommended 3) Bouillabaisse – Recommended Dish Comments...
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Connie (my always reliable fooding partner) and I decided to head over to Pearl Oyster Bar for lunch today. We'd been to Mary's Fish Shack a few weeks back and wanted to compare the two establishments. I liked the food at Mary's but hated the atmosphere - very cramped, noisy and very "divey". The atmosphere at Pearl was a heck of a lot nicer - it was dim, pleasantly buzzing and spacious in the dining room.
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My first job ever was on summer weekends, paid under the table because I was to young to work legally. It was at a fried fish shack in a Jersey shore town well on the slide into an oblivion it has recently started to climb out of. My job was to fry things and open clams and oysters. It was here I learned the joys and the legend, as I understand it, of the lobster roll.
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We roamed. And roamed. And stopped! ...And continued roaming. Lather, rinse, repeat. At some point I remembered that I wanted to try Pearl Oyster Bar for their legendary lobster roll, despite that I never eat lobster out of being indifferent to the taste. But when you want something, you want something. Like giant crustaceans. They're hot.
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Those who search for the chimera of authenticity find some restaurants that just don’t belong. The image of the place in which they are found argues against their presence. Can there be superb Chinese in Cleveland, fajitas in Fargo, or tandoori in Tampa. The debate over the possibility (according to Ed Levine) that the best pizza in America can be found in Phoenix at Chris Bianco’s Pizzeria Bianco is a case in point. To the extent that food is about ingredients and talent, no place should have a particular claim to greatness (unless, as some say, there is something in the water). But eating is also about an appreciative community of diners – and about imagination.
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If the television camera adds ten pounds, does blogging software take a few inches off of a blogger's height? That's what I was thinking after I met Clotilde Dusoulier last Sunday at Otto, where she was feted by the many fans of her famed food blog, Chocolate & Zucchini. Although she was taller in real life than I had imagined her to be, she otherwise lived up to her blogging persona in every other way -- cute, charming, inquisitive, thoughtful, and completely down-to-earth.
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I Cheat Because I Care: Pearl Oyster Bar, (Red Bamboo), Chikalicious
Oh you dastardly website. Were it not for you, would I have said "yes" to Kirk yesterday and broken my four days of healthy, nutrtious eating to enjoy a lavish, wildly expensive and mayonaissey lobster roll at Pearl Oyster Bar?
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In 1997, Pearl Oyster Bar became a reality for Rebecca Charles. She had roots in New England and opened her dream restaurant with her partner Mary. Somewhere along the line Mary and Rebecca had a falling out and Mary moved down the street and opened her own restaurant called Mary's Fish Camp.
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The blazing sun heralded the arrival of summer after weeks of rain. Naturally, my thoughts turned to lobster rolls. Since I was not able to go to the beach, I took the F train to the West Village and walked into the much-beloved Pearl Oyster Bar. However, once inside the shellfish mecca, I became distracted by the various delicacies which competed for my attention. Jumbo lump crabcakes, fried oyster rolls... the embarrassment of riches overwhelmed me. After much soul-searching, I finally decided on a golden-brown pan-fried cod fillet on thick toasted bread with caper tartar sauce, red onion and ripe tomato, served with a heap of toothpick-thin shoestring fries. When I remarked upon the capers in the tartar sauce, the friendly waitress offered, "If you want the recipe, you'll find it in this new book just released by chef Rebecca Charles!" I glanced at the blueberry crumble pie recipe; now I can't wait until the blueberries are in season!
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