Archive for the ‘Restaurant’ Category

Don’t let the door hit you on your way out with your fiber smoothie, citidot!

Sunday, December 7th, 2008

I will say I have been living out in the Hamptons for about 25 years now.  Is it just me or every year do the citiots get stupider?

They do not know how to drive, which many people have already stated so I guess another stupid driver story is as necessary as another Louie Bag Toting Starlet wannabe infesting the area.  But I will say the best to date is the follows:

I work in Amagansett and I was going to Mary’s Marvelous to grab my coffee and oatmeal as I do every morning - granted in the summer you want to chew on a bullet than wait on line behind someone trying to pick out their smoothie selections but they really do have such a great staff and great food so you smile and grit your teeth - I was walking with a co-worker behind a couple who was discussing how the locals are so rude etc. and how we think that we are better than they are… blah blah blah  WHILE they are having this intriguing discussion I guess they did not realize that they cut off a woman with her stroller trying to get up the stairs.

The man made it look like he was going to open the door for her (which is why we didn’t ) His mate then walked in BEFORE the woman and the STROLLER and instead of holding the door for her - HE WALKED IN AND LET THE DOOR SLAM!!!!

We were in disbelief - grabbed the door helped her with the stroller and get in the door.  When we got in the couple was still complaining of the locals. Ahh how much longer until Columbus day??????

Thanks for letting me vent!

-S

Bitch, Party of Seven

Friday, August 29th, 2008

My wife and I head to a local restaurant tonight to enjoy a nice end of the summer dinner. In we go and we’re behind a lady and five of her small children. We’re probably talking under eleven years old.

Momma asks the hostess if their table is ready.

No table under her name, the hostess reads off all the parties of seven waiting. No luck.

“Well my husband put his name in and you said to come back in 10-15 minutes.”

“Oh yes now I remember, that was at 6:25, it’s 7:10, sorry we had to give your table away. I can put your name back in but it’s a 45 minute wait for a party of that size.”

“Bitch” says momma as she walks out with her family.

NICE

- The Editor

Where are your manners Panama Jacka$$?

Thursday, August 7th, 2008

I’m married to a local, who grew up in Springs. We live in Florida now and visit family about twice a year. Summers are exciting for me, torture for him. I drag him into the village all the time for some people watching.

One morning I decided to venture out on my own with my daughter in her stroller. We were hungry and walked up to the Golden Pear on Newtown. As I approached the door (and step) a man dressed in a white, all linen suit jumped in front of me, whipped open the door, and walked right in. Leaving the door to slam in my face.

Forgetting all decorum I yelled after him, “What the F***!??”

A local, had to be a local, noticed and shook his head and helped me through the door and even helped get the stroller up! I was so baffled…I felt like I was in another country…one where they ignore women!

- Jenny

I immediately thought of the Panama Jack guy when I read this story. - The Editor

A Snubbing at Starbucks

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Alright, so I’m at the Bridgehampton Starbucks and I’m waiting in line to get my drink, and this woman in a flimsy-looking white sundress that was way too short, complete with large hat and sunglasses proceeds to the counter, completely cutting me off.  I proceed to glare at the back of her head, but I don’t say anything. 

While we’re waiting for the baristas to finish up what they were doing she turns around and asks me “Did you order?” 

So I say, “No, I’m waiting.”  She looks at me for a second then just turns around and stays there.

Then, after I get my beverage I sit down to study and her idiot kid proceeds to run around the store screaming.

Nice.

- HG

Frick and Frack Haze The Starbucks Barista

Saturday, July 12th, 2008

Every summer my husband and I (and now daughter) take a day trip from our home in Center Moriches to the east end for some beach time, photo opportunities and delicious lobster roll sammies. Last year was no different and part of our trip included an a.m. jolt of caffeine from the Southampton Starbucks. My DH and daughter stayed in the car while I went in and got our drinks. I ordered and went to the counter to receive them when I noticed these 2 men berating the barista while their drinks were being made.

“Is that SOY milk?”

“Did you make that EXTRA HOT?”

Yelling and eye-rolling abounds! I felt so bad for the guy. When they finally got their drinks (and not a thank you to be heard) they stopped at the self serve area. I received my beverages, said my thank you and we shared a momentary I KNOW!! moment about frick and frack.

I wound up leaving the same time as them (and do you THINK they held the door??? Um, NO.) and they saw me getting into our vehicle.

One says to the other. “Look, a Jeep Commander” (they were getting into another Jeep) and the other one goes “Ew, it’s an 06!”

Oh, well excuuuuuse us. I’m not sure if they were rude locals or rude tourists but it was just an obnoxious experience to be a witness to.

- LP

Get your own Rude Hamptons Bumper Sticker

Friday, May 30th, 2008

My new shipment of bumper stickers came in so now you can get your own. It’s really easy.

1. Submit a rude story with a postal address and I’ll send you two. An extra for a friend.

2. Stop by one of my specially designated locations and ask for one.

This week stop by Sams in East Hampton. Be sure to ask for Graham and order a pizza to go.

The Editor

Twofers at Wildthyme

Monday, September 3rd, 2007

No story here yet…need to interrogate the wait staff about Sunday 2 for 1 dinners.

My wife and I stopped there for dinner on Sunday night having never been before.

The twofer menu had a disclaimer that took up half the page. I could only sit and smile thinking there must be many many many wonderful stories behind something that looks like a car rental agreement.

The Editor

BTW - Excellent Meal