Another season down...
It was the first time I'd been alone and away from TV Land in months and months. Just a shortie pie trip to Montauk, land of endless sun and shine if you believe what all those in the know spew about.
I just wanted to escape the bowels of New Jersey for a brief second. Have a good meal by the beach. I tried to roll out all summer long, but it never could happen - just too busy working myself into a frenzy day after godawful day. Until one afternoon, I could stand it no longer. Montauk had to be.
3.5 hours later, I was at a divey fish shack in the marina drinking some sake. One hour after that, I was half tossed, cruising around scoping out chippy hotels, deserted beaches, swaying sailboats and the sandy feet of happy people. What a nice life. Just a real nice life.
Slowly, I made my way to South Edison, a new joint just off the beach. I'd been stalking it all summer long. Make a rez. Cancel. Make a rez. Cancel. Finally...here.
Exactly my kind of place. Seasonal; organic looking elements; amazing locally sourced menu; chill vibe; delightful cocktology going on. I managed to drop about a buck fifty just on ME and MY BELLY. I wanted it all...and had most of it. Oysters, lobster roll, white shrimp, scallops, olive oil cake, margaritas. I don't even have words to describe any of it besides perfection.
We should all eat this way every day of our lives.