An Afternoon on the East End

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

The Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor VisitThe Mama Bears East End Sag Harbor Visit

 

There are times when a full day of activities and all manner of pursuits are on the agenda and then there are days when they’re, well, not. Everyone loves the thought of an entire day dedicated to catching up, having some fun, and taking your time. But this isn’t always possible. When you’re juggling multiple work schedules that include weekend hours, school schedules, and a plethora of extracurriculars, sometimes you just have to take what you can get, where you can get it. And last week that meant only a few stolen hours with a dear friend on the East End of Long Island.

Now I say friend, but I really mean sister. I mean a friendship that has seen heartbreak and loss, joy and triumph. Rossana was our old college roommate back when we all thought we had the weight of the world on our shoulders, back before the world decided it was high time it showed us just how much of it we could really bear. I like to think that today, almost fifteen years later, we’ve managed to come through it all in one piece, but every so often we need a little reminder of where we used to be. We all do.

From time to time, we all need to stop what we’re doing and spend some time with the people who knew us before we even knew ourselves. We need to revisit those relationships that saw us through, that remind us of how far we’ve come. So, like I said, sometimes it’s a whole day affair, a long night out, a weekend even. Other times, a few hours together is all you can get. And when that old buddy just so happens to be a die-hard foodie as well? Well now, that just guarantees that good times are to be had even during the shortest of visits. A lifelong resident of the East End, Rossana has introduced us to quite a few of her favorite haunts in her neck of the woods over the years. One time it was the fresh catch and seaside charm of Gosman’s Dock in Montauk, another time the casual summertime atmosphere on the lively patio of Bostwick’s Chowder House in East Hampton.

This time we started by throwing all inhibitions to the wind at Townline BBQ, an unassuming roadside spot in Sagaponack with the unmistakable (and enticing) aroma of its namesake dishing out warm welcomes. We indulged in round after gluttonous round of three different styles of chicken wings, pulled pork sliders, corn bread, hush puppies and their accompanying chipotle mayo, and the sinful delicacy known as Frito pie- pulled pork, baked beans, cheddar cheese, jalapeños, Fritos, and sour cream all happily coexisting together. We accompanied our delectable meal with the Manzarita, a delicious tequila, elderflower liqueur, and apple cider cocktail. My only regret that day? That we didn’t possess the self restraint needed to take ample photographs of our spread before tearing into it. We know, we know. We’re workin on it!

We finished off the evening with a short drive over to the charming little village of Sag Harbor to [further] indulge in some frozen yogurt…of epic proportions. Insofar as selection and quality go, Buddhaberry does in no way disappoint. Only the best ingredients are used to create flavors including Indian spiced chai, apricot tart, juicy black cherry, and sea salt caramel with real pretzels. The wall of toppings is even more impressive with a selection the likes of which I’ve never seen before including everything from Swedish fish, to assorted cookie doughs, Greek yogurt chips and everything in between. There is even more in the climate-controlled candy stock room that can be made available upon request!

It was late when we finally parted ways. We headed west along a dark Route 27, making for home, our little ones already asleep in the backseat before we’d even reached Bridgehampton. We’d had our fill of food, yes, but more importantly, of memories, of reminiscing, of laughs. The night was also replete with one other thing.

That ever important little reminder, of course.

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