After a long
week at work, on a dreary January night, sometimes the best thing you can
do is stop in at the Oyster Bar in Grand Central for a decadent Oyster
Pan Roast, full of cream and tomato sauce and of course plump, yummy
I love Grand Central, and I really love
the Oyster Bar. As someone not really well situated in time myself, I
love places that have a bit of an other-time-ly feel to them. Sitting
at the Oyster Bar it feels like you could meet Don Draper or Cary Grant,
or really anyone from any moment in New York’s 20th century history, just stopping in for a cocktail on the way to a train.
And there’s nothing like a pan roast to fortify you for a long winter’s night.