An Island Called Long*

*Thank you to Dan R. for the title

This past weekend Todd and I took off for a much needed get away on Long Island. It was the first time we’ve ever left the kids home alone and I feel it was a success because: a) they didn’t kill or even maim each other; b) police and/or other emergency personnel services were never required; c) there were no arrests; d) the dog was still here and didn’t appear to have suffered any; and e) the house looked much the same as it did when we left.

Our adventure started on Thursday, and I don’t use the term “adventure” loosely. I’ve been to New York City several times since moving here four years ago and every time I’m there I declare I will NEVER drive in Manhattan. Well, guess what I did Thursday. I drove in Manhattan. From the Holland Tunnel, through Tribeca and China Town, and over the Williamsburg Bridge. I’ve driven in Los Angeles. I’ve driven in Dallas. I’ve driven in Philadelphia. Picnics, all, compared to the Big Apple. I would like to declare I will never drive in Manhattan EVER AGAIN. I just hope I really mean it this time.

Do you know what made driving in NYC worth it? After Todd and I got settled in the hotel we went down the street to TGIFriday’s for an early dinner and I got carded! Oh yes I did! Todd even took a picture of the waiter looking at my ID, but it came out all fuzzy. So what if they have to card anyone who looks like they may possibly be younger than 75? There’s just something about hearing those words, “May I please see some ID?” that thrills.

I kept telling people we were going to the Hamptons because it just sounds so chic. In reality we were just going to Long Island, but we did drive through the Hamptons on Friday. There is a two lane road that runs through the Hamptons to the tip of the South Fork where the Montauk lighthouse is. It took us a good two hours to go the 43 miles. I can say in all honesty that it was a beautiful drive and the weather couldn’t have been any better. We stopped in the town of Montauk for a bite of lunch – the best fish and chips I’ve ever had, hands down.


And a good thing, too. For two orders of fish and chips, an iced tea and a beer we paid $55.00. While I’m sure the fish basically jumped from the ocean and into the fryer, I’m not sure that’s a reasonable amount. Not only that, but I didn’t even get carded!

After the gigging we took lunch we finished the drive to Montauk Point and the oldest lighthouse in the state of New York. I, of course, had Precious with me so there are pictures:




There were no sightings, and, therefore, no pictures, of a Montauk Monster. (Sorry Becky) But here’s a photo I found on the internet to appease the curiousity of those who don’t know what the Montauk Monster is.

From there we drove to Sag Harbor:









And then a pretty drive back to the hotel where we feasted on cheese and crackers (because we had spent our daily allowance on fish and chips) and watched free HBO.

Saturday was another gorgeous day and this time we drove up the North Fork to Orient Point and then slowly worked our way back. In a welcomed change from Friday, the traffic was minimal. Our goal had been to find lighthouses and maybe go through a winery. We saw one lighthouse in the distance and never decided on a winery to tour. But we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves nonetheless.

I know. I’ll just show you some pictures.

We stopped in at this lavender farm and bought…



…lavender! Ahhhh, heaven!

Here we were in wine country and did we get any wine? No. I’m sure our wine clubbies (Or is that clubbists? Clubbers?) will be very disappointed with us.


The same Dan R. who inadvertently gave me the title of this post texted me and told me about Greenport. Happy I am that he did!



This, my friends, is a camera. Not nearly as convenient as Precious, that’s for sure.


The Frisky Oyster. What does a frisky oyster look like, I wonder.



We were going to eat in Greenport, but the wait was horrendous. Apparently everybody wanted to hang out in the quaint village on a perfect Saturday afternoon. So we got back in the car and just decided we’d stop wherever we stopped.

Linen tablecloths, a beautiful view, a delicious seafood meal, a decadent dessert – all for less than fish and chips in the Hamptons.

As we made our way back to the hotel we found a place to sit and be mesmerized by the beautiful ocean –

– and we also found LOVE, which is kind of the point of a weekend getaway, isn’t it?

0 thoughts on “An Island Called Long*

  1. Oh wow, those are absolutely gorgeous pictures! (What kind of camera is it? I remember you posted about it when you got it, but I'm far too lazy to go searching for it)

  2. Love, love, love your pics. And the fact that everyone was alive and well when you returned! It may make us wistful when our children grow up, but HEY, a weekend away? Not a bad new turn of events.

  3. **curled in fetal position with thumb in mouth** EEEeeeeek! The Montauk Monster! Totally creeps me out…even if it is just suspected to be some long dead, bloated hairless raccoon floated ashore.Other than that, this post totally rocks! From the responsible kids who can hold down the fort, to the getting carded to the lovely sights and food that makes me want to reach through the computer screen and chow down…and of course the love. While I admire all that you are and do…I still think you missed your calling as a food columnist. 😉

  4. I was all set to leave a totally witty and original comment, but then I read becky's and now I am dumbstruck. the perfect comment has given me commenter's block.love your blog. love the pictures. you are so funny. blah, blah… better ditto Becky instead

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