
Gin Beach Market One of Montauks Hidden Gems (but not for long!) As a self-proclaimed quasi-resident of Montauk (a term Ive coined to describe one who visits a location so often without actually living there), I like to pride myself on doing a pretty good job (for completely selfish reasons) of keeping some of the resort towns truly secret gems to myself, and not broadcasting them to family, friends, or visitors to my website. Be it the ultimate bowl of clam chowder, the best spot to catch an amazing sunset in peak season (without having to share it with 200 party-goers), or the one beach that youre most likely to strike up a conversation with a celebrity walking his dog at sunrise; for the past 35 years, my lips have been sealed, that is until now.From its outward appearance, the Gin Beach Market has a rather oasis-like nature to it. Nestled among a patch of flowers and sea grass at the very end of East Lake Drive, the grayish, cottage-like structure, welcomes all visitors with an eclectic mix of seating, and a simple porch on which to nosh. Once inside, you truly feel as if youve discovered hidden treasure that has washed ashore. First, youre likely to be greeted by one of the most humble, giving, and earthy souls that Montauk has to offer, Ms. Susan Vitale. An up-island transplant most recently from Long Beach, it is Susans infectious smile and enlightened presence that immediately envelop the most hardened fisherman or sleepy-eyed camper, stumbling upon her diamond in the rough.
On any given morning, the smell of fresh brewed coffee (from the Shinnecock Reservation in nearby Southampton), delectable croissants, and locally baked breads, share the heady airspace with either Montauks commercial-free independent-minded radio station, WPKM 88.7FM, or a venerable classic from local Paul Simon. The place literally hums, as Susan bops to the rhythmic tunes while opening each of the stores sun-drenched, Eastern-facing windows; letting in the crisp, salty sea air.
One sparkling morning back in mid-August, I was enjoying a delicious buttered bagel while seated on the front stoop, when I overheard Susan (who typically rises at 4 oclock most days to get a jump on things) discussing the previous nights meteor shower with a small group of cyclists that had stopped for water. I was blown away by the amount of information exchanged; so much so, that later that evening I borrowed a friends constellation chart to explore the vast heavens, about which I regretfully know so little. Not to mention, the cyclists (whod probably anticipated a five-minute respite once hydrated), stayed for nearly a half-hour, combing the well-stocked shelves of natural foods, all while remaining engrossed in their conversation with Susan. On a subsequent week-long trip to Montauk, I got to know a nice family from Nassau County, and a beautiful couple from Brooklyn, as they too were drawn to Susans affectionate spirit, and tasty organic offerings.
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