Walking into the Sunday Temescal market this week, we did the double-take. What, Hog Island oysters? Here, now? Have you always been here? 'No, this is our first week, but we'll have an oyster bar set up really soon,' the cute, quirky girls behind the table reassure. Y'all know what this means? I can roll out of bed late Sunday am, walk a couple blocks (bringing my orange juice etc), and dine on fresh oyster shooters for brunch. (!!!)
I love Oakland.