I don’t buy Easter outfits anymore. I don’t wear them. It’s not because Montauk doesn’t have an Easter parade — even though we don’t, that’s what church services are for — it’s just that I’ve outgrown the whole new outfit thing. And forget the bonnet. I’ve always hated hats; I don’t have the head for them.
When you walk in the backdoor of Herb’s Market, whether on a perfect summer day or in the dead of winter, the smell of Thanksgiving permeates the air. It comes from the roasted stuffed chickens and famous fried chickens that are cooked daily at the Montauk market. Joe Ferraro, the new owner, doesn’t plan on changing a thing, except, perhaps, to add a few more precooked items.