Having just booked a flight to New York in October, my subsequent booking is a convertible for the mandatory drive to the Hamptons.
After enjoying Barefoot Contessa’s cookbooks and philosophy of simple yet comforting food inspired by the Hamptons, the drive is well overdue.
Alas, as October is a handful of months away, I make do with a short drive to Jumeirah for the newly opened Hamptons Café.
The first attempt is shot down by a fully booked space and an impatiently empty stomach.
On the second attempt, a reservation is made prior and a table secured for myself and 5 friends.
Walking in we’re welcomed by beige tones, anchors here and there, sea shells and that beachfront feel.
We all swipe away, on our Ipad menus, a personal pet peeve of mine, and make our selections. The menu ranges from breakfast including eggs and pastry, lunch, soups and salads.
Sipping on our tea, the eggs in tomato arrive, a close cousin to the shakshuka. The dish suffers from a heavy dose of under seasoning and makes me long to be in Baker and Spice.
And next, buttermilk fried chicken, oh yes with a side of coleslaw, oh yes. The batter slightly over seasoned, but the chicken so juicy.
After experiencing a seesaw of seasoning we decide on dessert, a carrot cake and rose croissant.
Biting into the rose croissant an air of rose mist is released something that makes me smile.
We finish our meal with beautiful conversation that lasts for hours, the highlight of the experience.
I say goodbye to the Hamptons and wonder if I’ll see her again, I think yes, but only in October in my rented convertible.