Bobby May

Review of The Southern Steak and Oyster

It was noisy, there was a wait, and the oysters we...

It was noisy, there was a wait, and the oysters were unimpressive. But the rack of lamb was mesmerizing. I closed my eyes with every bite. The noise faded into the background and the other tables grew distant and muted. I was so ensnared in the tastes inscribing themselves into my memory that I forgot I was holding a rib between my fingers and it tumbled to the floor. Finishing my meal, the sounds poured back and the room grew crowded once again.