summer begins, dining out ends...

the week before last, we had a lovely dinner at Starr Boggs in Westhampton, tiny crisp and juicy soft-shells, and not a moment too soon. The lovely quiet end of spring is over, and the season of grinding teeth and earplugs has arrived. The charming place on the North Fork that we supported through several thin winters tells me that they are "fully committed" for weekend reservations through October. How does this happen? Is there a factor (financier) who lends on the strength of a month's reservations? Are there secret code words for "I'm here all year"? And while on the subject, if all you want is to sit at a table, have 3 or 4 drinks, and scream at each other, why take up space at a restaurant?

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