Wednesday, October 15, 2014

By Grand Central Station I sat down and - ate oyster stew

I spent a good part of the morning touring Grand Central Station with a lovely guide who sounded exactly like Garrison Keillor (of Lake Wobegon fame). In the 1970s the owners wanted to pull it down. It took 10 years to fight them through the courts, but the city won and it's now a restored marvel.


After the tour there was only one thing to be done - I had to go to the Oyster Bar for lunch. I knew it was what Harvey would have done, only he would have had the raw oysters, whereas I got the oyster stew - really a creamy soup with a modest number of oysters in it, but perfectly delicious, especially with a slightly oily, fragrant glass of Californian sauvignon blanc. Harvey would have been proud of me.



5 comments:

kristeen said...

Perfect Anne!

AnneE said...

Yes, it was! Have added photo of the restaurant. I'm glad I got up my courage and went there.

Linda said...

It looks wonderful!

Elly Strang said...

Hi Anne, I'm a journalism student who would love to talk to you about an article I'm writing about feminism. Forgive me for contacting you here, but I couldn't seem to track down a phone number or email for you! Is it possible for you to tell me how to best get in touch with you? :) Thanks, Elly

AnneE said...

I'm in the Wellington phone book but won't be home till early November.