The booming Hilton lobby isn’t too conducive to an atmospheric experience. Fortunately that’s irrelevant, because you’re here for one thing and one thing only (okay, two): Drago’s buttery, garlicky, Parmesan-y, charbroiled oysters—your new paramour, the one you can’t get enough of. Other places do them, but none so well. They’re like a home renovation project: However many you think you want to order, double it. The bargain-priced Maine lobsters are also worth your while, but not much else matters. Sports-minded folks can sit at the bar, order oysters, and watch what’s on—there are worse ways to take in a game (though there are no tap beers—wassup with that?). Be mindful that the sprawling dining room can fill up, and they don’t take reservations, so a wait is possible.