Each summer as the humidity rolls in and the New York City sidewalks heat to a melting point, we migrate East along with flocks of other twenty somethings. The mass exodus of metallic Jack Rogers and Sperry Top-Siders has been happening long before I moved to Manhattan, but the trends remain the same. West Hampton is reserved for beach volleyball and tanning oil, while the opposite end of the Hamptons is better known for sunhats and SPF 30. In line with folklore, as the years pass we find ourselves further and further from the city...and closer to the End.
This summer we are in Amagansett, one stop short of the very final stop on the LIRR. It's a small sliver of Hampton that is surprisingly low key with a tiny town that stretches just one street long on 27. In place of a Saks and an Intermix, there is a neighborhood bar and a pizza shop. So far, the highlight has been the Farmers Market near the fire house, even though there is not a farmer in sight and it may or may not be operated by Zabars. However, I think this is as close to authentic beach town as you get out here!
This summer we are in Amagansett, one stop short of the very final stop on the LIRR. It's a small sliver of Hampton that is surprisingly low key with a tiny town that stretches just one street long on 27. In place of a Saks and an Intermix, there is a neighborhood bar and a pizza shop. So far, the highlight has been the Farmers Market near the fire house, even though there is not a farmer in sight and it may or may not be operated by Zabars. However, I think this is as close to authentic beach town as you get out here!
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