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Oysters are
supposed to be sexy, at least that’s what people say. They’re an aphrodisiac (if
that’s a thing) and a delicacy. I want to believe it. I want to believe that
those slimy wet globs are as seductive, visceral, delicious, and intriguing as
people say they are.
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Stingray Lounge made me believe. The
new-in-town seafood bar and eatery does in fact make oysters sexy. There is
something poetic in the mechanical dirty work of shucking an oyster. There is
something thrilling about not knowing what to expect when the shallow dish of
ice displaying a ring of mysterious morsels slides in front of you. There is
something luxurious about the smooth and creamy nature of the Blue Point, the
sheer softness of the Stingray, or the melt-in- your mouth quality of the Pearl
Passage. There is something surprising in the strong flavor of the Kumamoto,
the meaty firmness of the Conway Cup, or the metallic saltiness of the Hood
Canal. There is something unnerving about their slinky texture and origins, and
yet there is something intoxicating about an oyster’s pure freshness,
overwhelming rawness and pristine character.
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It is not just
about the oysters themselves at Stingray Lounge— it’s about the ambiance you
are thrown into crossing the threshold as well. No matter how bright and
bustling it is on Washington Street, there is a captivating silence and
refreshing refinement that oozes mature sexiness encapsulated in the lounge.
The details help to make the experience sensual: the cool greys and blues,
painted brick, speckled marble slabs, finely appointed furniture. You forget
where you are and submit.
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Despite the
trendy vibe, Stingray still maintains a warmth and friendliness where
extravagance and attitude have not overwhelmed familiarity. Plus, the 4 to 7 pm
happy hour offering half-off oysters and bubbly makes it easy to come, sample
and linger.
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