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| - I had to sit on this review for awhile before actually posting it here. And by "awhile", I mean at least 6 months. Why the hesitation, you may ask?
Well, it's not the food. My go-to are the crispy, fried smelts with addictive curry salts and the blistered shishito peppers which are like a game of a spice-level Russian roulette. The rest of the cooked items were alright, though the star, of course, is the oyster.
With at least 8 or so different varieties available on ice at any given time; each oyster is pristinely shucked or promptly chucked if it doesn't pass the freshness sniff test. The housemade sauces like cocktail, mignonette, hot pepper, or champagne shallot mignonette are thankfully on the house with your oyster platter. Might sound like an odd thing to comment on, but apparently sauces are not necessarily served without an extra cost at some other oyster places in the city.
Met the namesake John once - such a nice guy and made me feel welcome as a lone diner (I have friends! I swear!).
I think it basically boils down to the fact that I'm not the target clientele. Attentive service seems to focus on a certain type of crowd. I guess it's just not quite the kind of place for me.
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