I eat out every single meal. Most of these meals consist of oysters- I'm basically subsisting on a diet of zinc and mercury at this point. And, as oysters are generally the price of a subway ride apiece, It's kind of like my own personal version of a one woman economic stimulus package. I don't really know how to cook, you see, and I only use a microwave when I feel the need to set foil on fire. So, never.
This has, as I'm sure you can guess, led to severe problems, namely EU-like levels of unaccustomed poverty. Thus, I have come to the conclusion that I should only be eating between the hours of 5pm and 7pm at Mermaid. All oysters are a dollar and wine by the glass is $6. Weekends, too.
My friend and I came here on Saturday and upon being seated, proceeded to eat a modest quantity of 6 oysters followed by a more excessive quantity of 24. God, I wish I were kidding. We also had three glasses of wine each. This was of course followed with (1) a judgy judgy look from our waiter and (2) wild and crazy antics at Wilfie and Nell. That is a different Yelp review altogether.
The cost of our 30 oysters and 6 glasses of wine? A little over $80. Not bad at all. I can still afford my other vices and really, life would be so boring without them.
Sum of story? Go for the happy hour. There are better oysters to be had elsewhere but the price/quality ratio is hard to beat in Manhattan.
"Sure. I will risk mercury poisoning for for a little oyster action."
"You had me at mercury poisoning."
Seriously, everyone with a computer and internet connection, this isnt Mermaid Bar. It's not like that.
If you told me that you got sick from an Upstate oyster I would tell you that the universe obviously hates you and that you deserved and it and have a nice time in hell because that's where you're headed.
I'm here at least once a week. Still my favorite restaurant, and not just because I have an apartment right around the corner. The owner is maybe one of the nicest, most genuine owners I have had the priv to meet. The rest of the staff? Same thing. If I die, this place will be my heaven.
PS- Gets loud sometimes. Not a good "quiet date" place Thursday or Friday or Saturday.
Last week I decided I was only going to eat oysters from now on. There are two reasons for this:
1. I love that Walrus and Carpenter poem. I wish I could do it somehow for Halloween this year but I think I'm going to have a hard time convincing any of my friends to dress up like a Walrus or an oyster.
2. I wanted to get mercury poisoning and lose 10 pounds. Then I found out thru the trusty google.com that mercury poisoning doesn't cause weight loss. I have since moved my fall diet in other directions, namely food poisoning.
I came here with a friend on a Saturday evening and was happy to see that it wasn't obnoxiously stuffed with people like the Breslin next door. I'm not really a big fan of the location but the decor is nicely done, sort of a tasteful Bedknobs and Broomsticks thing sans singing fish and Angela Lansbury. My second time here, I was happy with the crowd. Not too touristy, not too flashy, not too B&T. I did, however, see someone sitting at the oyster bar with an obnoxiously sparkly tank top on. Shiny disco balls aren't in for fall, I promise.
Chill place, upscale casual, a little generic, not really much to it. They have east coast oysters and west coast oysters, although not a substantial selection of either (6 different varieties in total, $3 each). I had three different kinds of the west coast and they were spectacular. Drinks are nicely done but I stuck with the Sauvignon Blanc by the glass ($12), as did my friend.
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