It's about the food
Sep. 26th, 2012 04:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
brightlotusmoonYesterday, I spent my first full afternoon and night at Gurney's Inn Resort Spa hotel.
It's lovely.
Montauk Beach is right there, where the ocean rolls and pulls. The sound helps me sleep at night and relax during the day.
Yesterday evening, Adam and I went out into town for dinner. Most of the East End of Long Island closes around six or seven. We found Point Bar And Grill, which turned out to be perfect. I ate a bison burger with guacamole while Adam enjoyed mussels in garlic white wine sauce. At the IGA grocery store, I found the exact same mini cheesecake and mini flourless chocolate cakes sold in Gurney's little deli, with the same Gurney's label. The cheesecake is amazing. We picked up small food items to eat in the hotel room to avoid continuing to eat at the hotel restaurants.
Today, Adam was able to leave work early and met me at our room ahortly afer noon. For lunch, we went out to a clam shack called The Clam Shack, which Adam has wanted to visit for eleven years (we've been together for nearly thirteen years). Raw pearl oysters, lobster salad roll, Ipswich clams with butter. Vacations really are about the food.
No really, it's about the food. It's the Hamptons.
Also, I still feel terribly horrible. Sore throat, itchy eyes, severe fibromyalgia attack, neck pain, headache. But fuck that, whatever. I really don't care. I'm on vacation and I have been eating amazing food next to the Altantic Ocean in a fabulous Inn Resort Spa hotel the Hamptons. Repeat: Vacation. Amazing food. Ocean. Hamptons. Fabulous Inn Resort. So, hey, pain and stuff can fuck right off. Even though it won't. I will just yell at it with pills.
It's lovely.
Montauk Beach is right there, where the ocean rolls and pulls. The sound helps me sleep at night and relax during the day.
Yesterday evening, Adam and I went out into town for dinner. Most of the East End of Long Island closes around six or seven. We found Point Bar And Grill, which turned out to be perfect. I ate a bison burger with guacamole while Adam enjoyed mussels in garlic white wine sauce. At the IGA grocery store, I found the exact same mini cheesecake and mini flourless chocolate cakes sold in Gurney's little deli, with the same Gurney's label. The cheesecake is amazing. We picked up small food items to eat in the hotel room to avoid continuing to eat at the hotel restaurants.
Today, Adam was able to leave work early and met me at our room ahortly afer noon. For lunch, we went out to a clam shack called The Clam Shack, which Adam has wanted to visit for eleven years (we've been together for nearly thirteen years). Raw pearl oysters, lobster salad roll, Ipswich clams with butter. Vacations really are about the food.
No really, it's about the food. It's the Hamptons.
Also, I still feel terribly horrible. Sore throat, itchy eyes, severe fibromyalgia attack, neck pain, headache. But fuck that, whatever. I really don't care. I'm on vacation and I have been eating amazing food next to the Altantic Ocean in a fabulous Inn Resort Spa hotel the Hamptons. Repeat: Vacation. Amazing food. Ocean. Hamptons. Fabulous Inn Resort. So, hey, pain and stuff can fuck right off. Even though it won't. I will just yell at it with pills.
