A Clean, Well-Lighted Oyster Bar
April 22nd, 2016
Love Hemingway? Hate Hemingway? Both? This one’s for you… We were shucking oysters at the picnic tables at Hog Island Oyster Farm on Tomales Bay. The sun was low across the water, and a web of light danced on our glasses. “Is it like this in New York?” she asked. “No,” I said. “You […]