To Do Monday: Aw, Shucks


The John Dory Oyster Bar.

“The water is warm,” announces the John Dory Oyster Bar. You could have fooled our safety-orange galoshes as they slosh through the brown slush, but we do dig the raw bar and seafood at John Dory, and we last spotted Mario Batali slurping oysters in his ugly Crocs there, which made us feel just a little more like a true foodie. The John Dory at The Ace Hotel, where the staff is tattooed and dressed to look like pilgrims that got moshed with 1970s Seattle grunge rockers, is a cool spot, and the restaurant is opening its chef’s table to eight to 12 “lovely” people who are smart enough to make a reservation way in advance.

The John Dory Oyster Bar, 1196 Broadway, (646) 214-5764, 7pm seating.