Marlowe and Sons in Williamsburg is a small pantry with a restaurant in back. They sell English junk food upfront, chocolates I loved as a kid in Canada but that you don’t find here. The restaurant creates unbeatable food; a tiny, conscientiously crafted menu, pairings that are unexpected, like a caramel pie with a chocolate shell and sprinkled with sea salt—but gourmet! This is often mine and my husband’s stop going home, or the starting point of a night out. Somehow my meals there and the events surrounding them always culminate into something memorable. The steady staff is consistently great, but the transient ones are impossible. They’re famous for their oysters.