Eating raw oysters is like betting on the ponies: It should be done in the company of people, either friends or people who could become friends, and ideally with beer. Luckily Baltimore has Faidley's at Lexington Market, where anybody from suit-clad brokers to construction workers can belly up to the raw bar and know the cut of his jib doesn't matter to the man shucking the shells, arranging them on the Styrofoam plate, and passing it over to you with an ice-cold one. OK, sure, the five-martini lunch has gone the way of carbs, but if anybody tries to tsk-tsk the dozen oysters and two light beers lunch into stigmataville, well, there's gonna be a riot.