Yesterday, I was supposed to have lunch with a coworker at delicious Pies and Thighs. I don't go to Pies and Thighs very often for fear that if I did, I would gain 45 pounds and have to have a triple bypass by the time I hit 37. So, when I do go, I am completely looking forward to it, ready for it, and it is oh so worth it. However, I forsake eating a delicious buttery chicken biscuit with honey and hot sauce at Pies and Thighs to take a road trip with some friends, thinking in my head the whole time: this better be worth missing pies and thighs for!
What can I say? I love food. I love eating food in. I love eating food out. I love meeting up with someone who is equally as passionate about food and eating together. Though I am becoming astutely aware that food doesn't need to be a hobby and I don't need to indulge quite as often as I do. So, what was the thought that finally brought me to my decision to cancel the buttery indulgence I had planned and head to Montauk? Well, I can't remember building the best memories ever whilst stuffing my face. It feels wonderful at the time and is a lovely way to pass an afternoon, however, the times that are etched in my memory as times well spent are those times I get out. They're the times that my friends randomly rent a car and we just go, with little plans, if any. And that's what yesterday was. My friend suggested it and I decided yes. I packed my cameras (one that I would soon find out had a dead battery) and hopped in the car with my bagel sandwich for what would become a lovely, relaxing, refreshing, head-clearing day.
In two words, I could sum it up:
WORTH IT.
We headed out in our Zipcar and ate breakfast right away. Opening up the day with sausage, egg, and cheese sandwiches on toasted sesame seed bagels proved to be a very smart decision. Again, I don't eat sausage very much for the same reasons I don't indulge in Pies and Thighs very much, so it was a lovely little treat. We drove the few hour drive through Long Island, all the while listening to excellent music. I loved that we mostly listened to music from my high school and college days... Paperboy, Snoop Doggy Dogg, The Breeders, then, finally: A Tribe Called Quest. Most of the good music was from a mix called Forgotten Fresh- amazing.
The thing that was cool about the music (which I had nothing to do with until the very end, suggesting A Tribe Called Quest) was that we were driving through my island... my stomping ground. I grew up on the west end of the south shore of Long Island. Us Long Island kids drove around listening to music in our teens. It's what we did. And that was the music we listened to, amonst others: Digable Planets, De La Soul, Del the Funky Homosapien, Grand Puba, Wu Tang, Nirvana, Smashing Pumpkins...
We drove through small towns that had a charm completely opposite of anything considered charming anywhere in New York City. We stopped for hot chocolate and snacks and then soon parked the car.
We walked a short distance on the beach, taking in the view, talking, taking pictures, and breathing in fresh ocean air. It was way windy and the cold air was hurting my ears- but I managed to get some beachy footage.
All in all, our Montauk day was lovely:
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