Other Reasons to Love the Hamptons
Fresh, homegrown.
Phil says these squishy jelly things are jelly fish. I stepped on a part of one and it was nasty.
Look at that stud! What’s NOT to love?!
Party in the Hamptons
Arriving…gigantic “estate” in East Hampton…no other houses to be seen and trees, bees and bushes galore. When night fell, we could see stars, lots of stars.
Bartender…who gave me an entire bottle of champagne later in the night. Perks.
Ha ha ha! Look at us! So light-hearted and carefree in the pool! We’re YUPPIES!
Layin’ low.
That’s a big pile of ribs. Grilled to perfection, loaded onto plates, and then thrown away by women too busy smoking menthols and drinking vodka sodas and men too preoccupied with looking modernly rugged to eat them.
We’re Famous!
Our own little PPW-a mere block from my apartment-was the site of a TV show? blockbuster movie? Keep your eyes peeled
Glinting Water and Pebbly Beach
Reminds me of the Lake Superior shore in Duluth
When there’s no dock…
You light the fireworks from the balcony (and run inside and shut the window).
These kind souls also passed over a grilled plantain (aaah, reminds me of the ole camping days!), some burgers and rice and beans in a holiday spirit gesture. We were kind of drunk and mostly out of food, so we sent back some watermelon slices.
Momofuku Noodle Bar
I was pretty disappointed about sticking around the city for the long weekend, but a colleague told me that this was one of the best times to get into any typically overbooked and impossibly popular restaurants and bars. Phil and I took his advice and decided to try Momofuku, a New York sensation. We walked in and were seated right away! We sat at the bar overlooking the kitchen so we could see everything going on-including the head chef screaming at the noodle maker guy (“NO FUCKING WAY YOU DO THAT! NO FUCKING WAY!” …yikes).
We had excellent chicken buns as an appetizer and spare ribs and a noodle dish. The ribs were delicious, but the noodles were disappointing-to the point where I didn’t feel like it was worth the effort to finish them. But, looking into the kitchen, we could see lots of dishes being made that looked delightful enough for us to come back. Oh and the strawberry frozen yogurt was also awesome
A true New Yorker must have strong opinions on pizza
Justin does. He stands behind Joe’s Pizza, particularly the spicy chicken. Even though this is what he says it’ll do to him the next day.
My pet science project
I am making kombucha! This is my starter kombucha baby, given to me by the nice people at Pumpkin’s, the local hippie organic outpost (that Phil refuses to enter because it’s too “weird”). I worked for weeks to get that komucha baby, going in religiously every weekend for coffee and making small talk, oogling their kombucha and putting my name on three or four lists (aka scraps of paper found on the counter). And now it’s mine and its growing. It will ferment and do other wierd gurguly science things and create a drink that is amazingly not toxic. I hope.
