WHERE TO DRINK
Montauket: One of the best places to watch a sunset – not just in Montauk, but ever. They make a great Corona with lime too.
Memory Motel: See live music and get weird, very weird… I actually stayed here one night during a hurricane, they were the only place in town with power on a Saturday night. Things got weird. Embrace the weird. Ask for Artie.
Ruschmeyers: Dance all night with a very favorable gender ratio, then get creepy in the teepee.
The Surf Lodge: is a pretty rad, well-designed space that has become the go-to party scene in Montauk these days. It’s pretty cool if you ever make it past the mile long line out front to get in, then can actually make it to the bar to get a $20 drink. In case you are wondering, this is where all the beautiful people are. It’s also when you realize that for better or worse, you’re still only a quick train ride from NYC.
Liars: Blackout on mudslides and Budweisers. Nuff said. Seriously don’t ever talk about it again, ever.
Montauk Brewing Company: I’m just happy that with all the other new stuff popping up in Montauk, one of them is a local brewery – and a damn good one at that. If there’s one thing Montauk needs, it’s more beer.
Montauk Juice Factory: Drink all night, cleanse all day, right? I admit it; I love cold pressed juice and I’m happy to pay for it. (Yes, I do live in Venice Beach now.)
I should also not have a “where to drink” section without mentioning The Point and Sloppy Tuna. Both are perfect places to watch a game and possibly get punched in the face for doing something stupid.
On a side note, there are also a few things I miss dearly about Montauk. First being the East Deck, which was my favorite place to stay right on the beach (but didn’t cost beach front rates). A far second being Ronjo (my backup for when East Deck was booked and I couldn’t crash with friends), it’s just not the same seeing that rad statue painted gold. I will also miss the cosmic feeling and anticipation that I might casually end up at Peter Beard’s house for some weird reason and catch a glimpse into his fabled world (or just stumble on an epic party he was known to host). And of course, everyone’s favorite rowdy bar: Oyster Pond. Alas, I now accept that nothing gold can stay and those days are over. RIP.
That said, Montauk still is – and will always be a truly special and unique place. “This is the end, beautiful friend, the end.”
For more East End recos, check out the full article we did for the first issue of Whalebone Magazine on shelves all over New York now – or check out their recently launched website here:
/ All Photography & Words by Matt Titone