I’d already been to J’s Oyster on my 2007 trip to Maine with Boo. But this was one I didn’t want Greg to miss. We hit the bar and waited for a big bucket of steamers:
Greg saw the bartender making a bloody mary and couldn’t resist:
Naturally, we had our daily ration of oysters:
Greg got a chowdah:
And I, of course, had a lobster roll:
Fabulous.
And wouldn’t you know it? They have an article I wrote for Arrive hanging on the wall:
Good times.
The 411 on J’s Oyster: