I had the most wonderful dinner this weekend. Once we made it though the perilous Labor Day Weekend, looking forward to Tumbleweed Tuesday when all the City people finally GO HOME, we celebrated with a lovely meal at great French restaurant here in the Village. I've heard about this place before and I had been quite curious. It lived up to its PR.
I had spent the late afternoon driving back from NYC after watching the Yankees get their collective butts kicked by the Seattle Mariners, and laughing cruelly at the long, long, LONG line of cars headed west. I suppose it's not really nice to be amused by 90 miles of bumper to bumper traffic, but when it's going the other direction, it's really quite funny. Especially since most of those bumpers spent a great deal of time this summer in between me and the grocery store.
Le Chef was nearly empty when we arrived, but that's to be expected on Labor Day after 5pm. The waiter was pleasant and friendly - particularly towards my friend Chef #2, which made him blush. Trapped in my earlier slightly sadistic mindset, this was somehow wonderfully entertaining.
There was an extremely tempting dinner special that night, one involving lobster. And if you know me, you know that no shellfish stands a chance, especially when I'm in that kind of a mood. This unlucky crustacean was a 1.25-lb lobster removed from his shell and swimming in an absolutely delicious, delicate tomato sauce, along some scallops (to keep him company?). This was in a bit of puff pastry and served with some yummy roasted veggies. I had a glass of a wonderful white Burgandy, something that I didn't even know existed, to go with it.
So it wasn't exactly the traditional end-of-summer BBQ, but somehow it was an even more fitting end to my official Hamptons summer. Now that the tourists are out of the way, we can work on seeing some of the sights!
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