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Posted: Aug 14, 2014 3:00pm ET
The last time I wrote a blog that included oysters, the story ended with me running out of John Besh's August restaurant in New Orleans and beelining it to a toilet in the Windsor Court Hotel across the street. Not that I got sick off of Besh's food. The oysters actually came from another place a few hours prior. It was the summer of the infamous BP oil spill in the gulf. No matter. This time, I was at the iconic American Hotel in Sag Harbor, New York, a historical village incorporated in 1700s and a town of beautiful homes. Somehow, Jonathan Drew was able to secure a table for us at the hotel's coveted front porch and I recently had the opportunity to join him for lunch, which began with local Peconic oysters that did not make me sick.
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