The crowd at Sunset Beach Restaurant on Shelter Island. (Credit: Amanda Lubin)
As we reach mid-August, the reality that school is approaching has set in, and I’m realizing my summer days on the North Fork are coming to an end. As a way to celebrate the end of the season, I decided to “go big” with three of my girlfriends.
So, on one of the hottest days in August, my friends forsook their jobs in Manhattan, and we jumped on the ferry to Shelter Island. I set my sights on Sunset Beach Hotel and Restaurant for my final column. (more…)
Little Creek Oyster Farm and Market encourages you to shuck for yourself. (Credit: Amanda Lubin)
A few of my fondest summer memories as a child were spent sitting around a cooler full of ice watching my dad shuck clams with my uncles. He’d share a few clams here and there as he shucked, and I was one of the few females at the party who enjoyed a raw clam drenched in Tabasco sauce.
Once old enough to have the dexterity to use a clam knife, my father and uncles taught me how to shuck my own clams. I took pride in my ability to shuck and slurp them down. I feel as though shucking is a skill, sort of like juggling; not everyone knows how to do it, and people are usually impressed when you show them you can. (more…)
Sophie’s Rest in Southold. (Credit: Barbaraellen Koch)
I have specific memories of the anticipation building within me as my father drove our family van down Main Bayview Road en route to my aunt and uncle’s beach house as a kid. My breath would fog the window as I peered out, silently acknowledging the landmarks of Southold.
One specific checkpoint always stood out to me, letting me know we were getting close. It was a large white wooden house with a vast gravel driveway. I always wondered what was inside this place my cousins simply called “Sophie’s.” (more…)
Two couples enjoy an afternoon at Clovis Point Vineyard and Winery on Main Road in Jamesport. (Credit: Amanda Lubin)
The day I turned 21, I drove to the liquor store to purchase my first bottle of alcohol. The clerk and fellow shoppers cheered in celebration when they realized it was my first legal-age purchase. I still have the receipt tacked to my corkboard at home.
My parents were also kind enough to purchase me a digital camera for my birthday that year, so many of those initial drinking experiences were all too well documented, unfortunately. I stumbled upon those pictures this summer while cleaning out documents on my computer. A few of those photos, I learned, were taken at Clovis Point Vineyard and Winery. (more…)
Industry Standard in Greenport. (Credit: Facebook)
If you ask any of my friends from Long Island, I am the least “Manhattan” or “Brooklyn hipster” in our group. While a majority of them fled the island after college to move into a brownstone in Williamsburg or a three-bedroom converted studio on the Upper East Side, I decided to settle in Connecticut after college.
I think I’m just too soft for the city. I get lost trying to find my way out of Penn Station, and when I finally make it above ground, I spend most of the time apologizing to each person I bump into on the street. But this doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy the Brooklyn scene, which is why in some respects it bums me out that I’ve only been to the city once in the past year.
So imagine my surprise the first time I walked into Industry Standard, which encompasses many of the “hip” aspects that the bars in contemporary Brooklyn have become renowned for but in the comfort of Greenport. (more…)
I can’t think of many things better than walking down Front or Main Streets in Greenport in the summer. Day or night, it really doesn’t matter. It’s a picturesque waterfront village with unique shops, a spacious park by the dock and a variety of bars and restaurants to suit anyone’s tastes.
On this particular night I walked into Lucharitos on Main Street and was greeted not only by lively music, but an energetic crowd of people my own age. I had hit the jackpot. (more…)