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- Herausgeber: Gramercy Park Press
- Kategorie: Lebensstil
- Sprache: Englisch
Andrew Delaplaine is the ultimate Restaurant Enthusiast.
With decades in the food writing business, he has been everywhere and eaten (almost) everything.
“Unlike the ‘honest’ reviews on sites like Yelp, this writer knows what he’s talking about. He’s a professional, with decades in the business, not a well-intentioned but clueless amateur.”
= Holly Titler, Los Angeles
“This concise guidebook was exactly what I needed to make the most of my limited time in town.”
= Tanner Davis, Milwaukee
This is another of his books with spot-on reviews of the most exciting restaurants in town. Some will merit only a line or two, just to bring them to your attention. Others deserve a half page or more.
“The fact that he doesn’t accept free meals in exchange for a good review makes all the difference in his sometimes brutally accurate reviews.”
= Jerry Adams, El Paso
“Exciting” does not necessarily mean expensive. The area’s top spots get the recognition they so richly deserve (and that they so loudly demand), but there are plenty of “sensible alternatives” for those looking for good food handsomely prepared by cooks and chefs who really care what they “plate up” in the kitchen.
For those with a touch of Guy Fieri, Delaplaine ferrets out the best food for those on a budget. That dingy looking dive bar around the corner may serve up one of the juiciest burgers in town, perfect to wash down with a locally brewed craft beer.
Whatever your predilection or taste, cuisine of choice or your budget, you may rely on Andrew Delaplaine not to disappoint.
Delaplaine dines anonymously at the Publisher’s expense. No restaurant listed in this series has paid a penny or given so much as a free meal to be included.
Bon Appétit!
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Seitenzahl: 27
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021
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2022
The Hamptons
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The Restaurant Enthusiast’s
Discriminating Guide
Andrew Delaplaine
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Andrew Delaplaine is the Restaurant Enthusiast.
When he’s not playing tennis,
he dines anonymously
at the Publisher’s (considerable) expense.
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Senior Editor – James Cubby
Copyright © by Gramercy Park Press - All rights reserved.
Table of Contents
Introduction
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The A to Z Listings
Ridiculously Extravagant
Sensible Alternatives
Quality Bargain Spots
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Nightlife
INTRODUCTION
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Only because there’s nothing quite like the Hamptons. Visiting Long Island in the summer is just one of those things everybody ought to do once.
It gets a little crazy (OK, it gets a lot crazy) in the height of the hectic summer season, with bumper-to-bumper traffic in East Hampton and elsewhere, but it’s still something you ought to experience. I always prefer to go a couple of weeks before it gets too nuts, or the week right after Labor Day, when everybody skedaddles back to New York or wherever they came from. And believe me, it does clear out with the snap of a finger right after Labor Day.
A couple of years ago, I spent two weeks in a beach house a couple of miles east of Westhampton. The first week was before Labor Day and the second week was after Labor Day, and unless you’ve experienced that particular part of the summer up here, you can’t appreciate how drastically (and quickly) the area changes.
When I was in my 20s, broke and eking out a subsistence living working in retail at Saks Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, I spent all the long dreary winter months doing my damnedest to make friends with people who had places out in the Hamptons, working every angle I could, whether involving business or pleasure—to wrangle as many invitations as I could squeeze out of my friends.
Then, of course, those long hot Fridays would roll around and you’d have to make your way out to the island to take up your friends on those invitations.
It was often a nightmare getting out to the Hamptons because every way to get there was a tedious chore, endlessly exasperating. Sometimes I’d take the train, the Long Island Railroad.
Other times I’d hop a ride with friends doing the same thing I was—mooching off pals with pads out on the island. We’d split the cost of the gas and endure the backed up traffic on the Long Island Expressway (LIE). Every Friday you wonder why they call it an “expressway,” because it’s everything but “express.” You only want to take a car if you need it to get from town to town. Otherwise, try to avoid having a car in season.
Overhead you’d occasionally see helicopters ferrying the rich and famous to their summer estates. (Those choppers are still flying.) If you have the money, you can fly out in one of them.
You don’t have to be one of the rich folks who own the big mansions—filmmakers like Spielberg, hedge fund managers, etc.—to enjoy the Hamptons, but it’s always nice to know a few of them.
