On Friday, I had drinks on a sailboat with two of my favorite work biddies. One lives in DC and was just in town for the day so we had to pick somewhere special. Luckily, Grand Banks Oyster Bar has been docked on Pier 25 for a few weeks and has been all the rage. Drinking on the water is one of the best things about summering in NYC.
When we walked down the pier and saw how crowded the boat was, we thought we were in for a long wait, but we were on the water within an episode of Full House. Someone I knew had walked off the boat while we were waiting and suggested we use her reservation for the tables once we got on board, so we beat the system and were seated after another twenty minutes.
You can’t be at an oyster bar without eating oysters, but we were more in the mood to drink and giggle than eat. M & I each tried one of the Mermaid Cove oysters, from Prince Edward Island. These were a little more briny than I thought they’d be, but still pretty tasty. N went for a smaller variety, which I think was the Tomahawk from Shinnecock Bay out in the Hamptons. We also split the Fried Baby Zucchini, which may have been my second vegetable serving of the week.
While the food was good and the drinks a plenty, the atmosphere of Grand Banks is really what makes it – the breeze blowing your hair in your face, the boat rocking you, Mama, like a wagon wheel, and the gorgeous views of downtown Manhattan.
What I enjoy most about working in Tribeca are the beautiful sunsets over the Hudson and New Jersey. I see more sunsets in the winter when the timing fits in with my work schedule better, so I hadn’t seen one as pretty as this in a while.
It could have been difficult for me to sleep that night, due to some unforeseen events right afterward (one involving me falling up the subway stairs and injuring my foot), but the rocking I still felt from the boat helped lull me to sleep eventually.
If you find yourself downtown before this boat sails off to its next destination, walk down Pier 25 and experience this dreamboat yourself. I work *right* there, so remember to invite me. Don’t be shellfish and forget.