I got some shucked oysters from the market, rolled them in corn meal and spices and browned them in a pan. They weren’t quite the fried oysters we had at Uglesich’s in New Orleans a few years back, but they weren’t bad- and no doubt a tad healthier- especially with a horseradish mayonnaise I whipped up. I was sad to hear that they decided to close, but given what happened soon after it seemed like a prescient decision. Having the waiter there tell us “You have ordered well, Jedi” ranked up there with having the snarky indie-record store clerk compliment me on my purchases once years earlier back in the city.
To go with the oysters, a pizza with artichoke, roasted pepper, olive, herb, garlic, parmesan and topped with pea shoots when it came out. We drank a 2001 Belpoggio Brunello, which has the finesse of that great year, but none of the funk and whallop one looks for in a great Brunello.
