Corralled part of my posse for a Saturday night advance birthday bash at Williamsburg's own stylish saloon, Marlow & Sons, for a healthy helping of hipsterdom, oysters, cocktails and more. Tucked away in a corner table in the rustic dining room, we had a bit of trouble getting the waiter's attention, but once we did it was a damn fine dinner with the gals.
The East Coast oysters (pictured above) from the Virginia coast, were plump, briny and, splashed with a bit of mouth-puckering mignonette, slid down nice and easy. A bottle of vino went down nice and easy too.
Frankly, everything was whoop-worthy good. A bowl of house-crafted Pappardelle with a hearty Bolognese Sauce and slivers of sharp Pecorino drew oohs and aahs. The Chicken-Under-A-Brick elicited moans of pleasure and applause from a steak-fiend friend who usually shies away from the cluckers. And, the bird I ordered, a Pheasant with Potato Latkes (just in time for Chanukah!) was delectable...
Next to arrive was a slice of silky smooth Chocolate and Caramel Pie graced with a smattering of sea salt -- followed by a couple of other sweets for a full-on threesome. Of course the ladies at the table had dismissed the notion of having more than one dessert, but attacked the three beauties as if they'd been without food for a week.
That's what a great meal can do to good women: make us ravenous for more.
And, it goes without saying that after eating at Marlow & Sons, I'm most definitely hungry for more
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