labor day weekend

John and I flew to New York on Friday afternoon 

with plans to spend the night in the city,

then drive out to the Hamptons on Saturday morning.

However,

we just couldn't wait.

We braved the holiday traffic

and arrived in Sag Harbor 

early Friday evening

with plans to meet Stephen & Christina for dinner.

We were  thankful

that Stephen was off his crutches

and walking,

while recovering from his 23 stitches 

man vs. clay pot

Hurricane wound.

ewww...

Realizing it was Labor Day weekend,

we knew the wait at any restaurant would be hours, 

so we grabbed a couple of bottles of wine, glasses,

and a blanket.

We departed with the plan 

to put our name in at a restaurant in Sag Harbor,

then sit on the boat and have cocktails until we were called.

Christina first checked Sen

and as predicted,

the wait was 2 1/2 hours.

We elected John to try the American Hotel

to see if he could use any of his contacts to 

"work some magic." 

We couldn't have been more surprised

when he came jogging back across the street

and said, "Five minutes!"

Woo hoo!

I love, love, love

the American Hotel.

It's history, reputation,

and ambiance are unequalled in the Hamptons. 

It's so old world and cozy

and my favorite part is 

running into friends 

each time we are there.

It's the perfect place for lunch, dinner,

or a nightcap.

Just be careful when asking for the wine list.

They are rumored to have
one of the largest wine libraries

in the country
and they'll bring you

something that looks like a very large picture album

and you can get lost for days reading about

all of the possible selections.

We had an amazing meal.

The lobster bisque was divine,

as was the decadent wine choice, juicy steak, potatoes,

strawberry shortcake, and every single morsel

we consumed.

We laughed, told stories,

caught up,

and reveled in each other's company.

It was the perfect start

to a wonderful weekend.