For the last year or so, all I’ve heard about is Montauk. How beautiful, how laid back, how bohemian – the last real fishing village on the South Fork of Long Island that still has a sense of weather-beaten East Coast charm. We finally visited the last week of August, (thankfully) bringing our bikes along to explore, and I was nothing but disappointed. Everyone was rude and far from laid back, from the loud Long Islanders in full makeup and high heels hoping for the Hamptons to the locals who clearly wanted everyone to leave. Having grown up in a place inundated with tourists, I understand the feeling – but it doesn’t exactly make me want to return (which I suppose is the idea).
On the up side, the scenery was beautiful and appropriately wind-swept and weather-beaten and I’m sure there are some quiet beaches to be had in the off-season. If you do make it out there next summer, pop into Ruschmeyer’s. You might have to fight off some city hipsters, but it’s worth it for a Dark and Stormy and a chance to soak up the quite chic midcentury nautical-meets-adult-summer-camp decor.