The article describes a visit to Tomales Bay, a stunning coastal area in California known for its seafood restaurants, particularly the Marshall Store. As patrons wait in line, they engage in a light-hearted debate over the best way to enjoy grilled oysters, showcasing the communal charm of the spot. The author reflects on their long absence from Tomales Bay and how its serene beauty compares to a memorable painting. This trip serves as a reconnection not only with the place but also with culinary adventures from the past.
A friendly debate about grilled oysters had broken out among customers waiting in line to order at the Marshall Store, one of the handful of picturesque seafood restaurants along the shoreline of Tomales Bay.
It had been half my lifetime since I'd visited Tomales Bay, a scenic detour during a trip to San Francisco when I was a young, keen restaurant cook and food geek.
Now from my place in line I could see into a smaller room to the right of the Marshall Store's main space... A cook stood at an open-flame grill covered in shucked oysters.
I felt like I was looking at one of Rothko's more somber palates for a moment, and then a sailboat bobbed into view across the choppy waters.
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