Three ferries to the Hamptons. Only way to go. Last minute availability on our favorite plage. Left Northampton at 9am. On the beach in Amagansett at 2pm.
Stayed until sunset. Last cocktail with the seashore to ourselves. Bliss. Steamed lobster at perennial ClamBar. Breakfast at Bird on the Roof in Montauk. Crêpes and crispy bacon. A real roly poly pig in the middle of the road in the pouring rain. What?! Quite the sight. Shelter island ferries back again after a few fun days. Lunch by the dock at Blue Canoe in Greeport. Miso encrusted cod rivaled Nobu standards. Spicy mussels, too.
Stopped for a tasting at Kontokosta Winery on the way to Orient Point-New London ferry. Rosés in tow. Ready to go. Another great spur of the moment getaway.
New London to Orient Point Ferry Cross Sound. Our circular tour around Long Island’s North and South Forks. Lunched at BlueCanoe on Greenport’s dock. Fried local oysters. Took scenic Route 25 past wineries reminiscent of Napa in the early ’80’s, before they jammed the valley and the byways. To Peconic Lane, and NorthFound, a trove of treasures from around the globe.
Drove down to Riverhead and up the South Fork through the Hamptons to our perennial beachfront haunt in Napeague. Favorite Clam Bar was almost blown away by a violent thunder storm the day we arrived, and we found it closed. Oh no! But, next morning all was well. Several days of perfect weather, lobster, little necks fresh from the sea. Had to end sometime. Took three ferries from Sag Harbor to Shelter Island to Greenport back to Cross Sound. It sure was fun forking around.
Italiano-Argentino. Buena suerte, Francisco, che. Los desaparecidos notwithstanding. Gay marriage, birth control? More of the same? Sí and No. First Jesuit Pope. Traditional though. Worse than Benedetto? Espero que no. Taking the throne on Feast of St. Joe. May the blood of Malbec be with you.
Anderson Cooper found dos Argentinos guapos in the Vatican crowd. Chris Cuomo clueless. Shut up and let’s hear the bells, prayers, Latin. Por favor!
Federer bested the Brit last weekend at Wimbledon. Olympics next week. Tomorrow begins the quest for the claret jug. Will Tiger win a major across the pond? Pothole bunkers, linksy dawn television coverage with Sergio and Justin. First tee a par 3 test. I know, frivolous in light of serious recent events. But, air-conditioned marathon continues. Pip, pip, cheerio.
Good books set in England if you don’t like sports~
Derby Day, D.J. Taylor. Victorian-esque novel.
The Strange Fate of Kitty Easton, Elizabeth Speller. Downton meets Easton.
Best birthday in many many full moons. Spent with my favorite people. In my favorite place. Wining. Dining. Zero whining. Now, that’s a perfect birthday.
Springtime in New York. Crocuses up. Italian marketing at Eataly after a 70-degree afternoon stroll with Dr.H through Madison Park. He fêted me with a wonderful dinner at ParkAvenueWinter: PithyV, Original MadMan, mAdBen, Joey3Sticks, Alicat. Joy and laughter. And lots of Sancerre. Lots.
GemQueen and BlogisQueen enjoyed the mid-day sun apres dejeuner at ABC Kitchen with Meryl Streep and hubby just a couple tables down. My lobster was a succulent, sweet treat. Best part was being there with BFF. Then, Bobby Flay’s Mesa Grill, superb Southwest supper with Ben. And…DimSum lunch at Hurricane Club with Betsey fun across from fab Giraffe.
Plus great gifts. A Victorian glass dish, handmade fan, valise with ducks!
Everything sounds better in French. Mais oui, it’s official. Lobsters. Champagne. Cristal Saint-Louis, 1586. Merci mes chers amis. Ocean House, allons-y.