08.31.2010 32 °F
So, Angel's heel spur began acting up again this week, and the pain was really getting to him. Of course, the cure for a cranky husband is the same as for a cranky baby -- a little liquor on the gums -- so it was off to Montauk this weekend for a little R&R. Our first stop was lunch at Navy Beach.
I decided to try the raspberry and blackberry mojito, which was delicious. So WHY OH WHY would they serve it in a cup sized for a midg . . . er, little person?
See? Smaller than a cup of water! For shame.
Lunch started with a salad surrounded by a whole bunch of deep-fried calamari. Which would turn out to be the healthiest thing I ate all day.
Next up was the cheeseburger served with bacon marmalade, which they make by caramelizing bacon and onions until they cook down into a delicious, oniony, bacony glop. Yum.
Having grown up in Pittsburgh, I also like my burger with just a little bit of ketchup.
The decor at Navy Beach is old-school, with framed 1940s bathing suits and other nautical touches.
This TP holder might be going a little overboard, though. Heh-heh.
A bunch of friends sharing a beer in front of a boat named "Kinship"? Sometimes the stars just align, folks.
Somebody could use a hug.
After lunch we drove over to the Gosman's Dock shopping area, where they really roll out the welcome mat.
What could be better than a giant flip-flop? Pretty much nothing.
After a quick walk around Gosman's, we took a drive over to Surf Lodge to catch the sunset.
Which is where this . . .
. . . led to this.
A word of advice: Just because Nike allows you to design your own sneakers doesn't mean you should. I'm talking to you, fashion photographer Ben Watts!
Caught in a tangled web of bad fashion choices.
This is the second time someone at a bar has insisted on taking our photo. Which I guess beats drunk-dialing your ex.
This is Surf Lodge's chef, Sam Talbot, who came in third in Season 2 of Top Chef. The reward for which is being shipped off to "The End."
Angel and I almost want to have a kid just to see what it would look like. Then we saw this little girl. Mystery solved - child averted. Whew.
These stump stools are heavy, but not that heavy. As my dad would say: Put some ass into it, kid!
It's hard to imagine a photo that could perfectly capture the entire aesthetic of Surf Lodge, but this one comes pretty close.
After a day of lounging around in Montauk, you'd think Angel would be feeling better. But then his heel spur was joined by a chalazion, which is a scary-sounding medical term for a puffy eye. This is the kind of stuff that happens when you get old . . . so I hear.
We decided to go to Indian Cove for Sunday brunch, since it's close by and, really, who wouldn't be cheered up by a giant crab cake??
I don't know about you, but a sign reading "Bar" always cheers me up.
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