Finally checked out Island Creek Oyster Bar, suburban edition. Attractive, light, airy space, very much reminiscent of the Fenway location. Pleasant service. Food was excellent all around - bread and butter without asking, mussels for the table, oyster mushroom campanelle for me, burger with fried oysters for dad, Maine salmon atop lentils for mom (spring onion shared this with grandmom). The one “meh” was B’s fish tacos. I had tried to change his mind and he regretted it - it was fine in flavors, but weirdly skimpy on fish. Luckily, dad’s burger was so big the guys split it and happiness was restored. My French white was, as to be expected at ICOB, excellent and B loved his beer from Medusa. No problem getting a table on a Saturday at 1 pm, though I don’t think that will be the case this summer. Small outdoor dining area that was being set up. I foresee many lunches in our future here.
We were celebrating but also raising a glass to a dear departed friend. RIP my friend. You left us too soon.