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It was all very spontaneous, my weekend plans were cancelled, and at the last minute, Nantucket for the weekend sounded like a great option. I’d been invited by my good friend and uber chef, Todd English, who presides over the cuisine at Summer House in Siasconset, an adorably quaint property with guests cottage covered in flowering roses, and large bushes of blooming hydrangea everywhere. Blessed with amazing weather, my cottage was less than a 2-minute walk passed a rose’ infused pool area and quaint dining deck to a very quiet beach: truly a slice of heaven. The beach was quiet and relaxing. No music, no kids, not dogs, just the sound of the ocean and the seagulls had an ambien like effect on me. After a long swim in the waters I felt and smelled like a raw bar; the ocean is definitely alive, it’s green color intoxicating and it’s salty taste filled the island’s air.
Immediately after checking in, the first thing I did was rent a bicycle and literally ride for miles discovering as much as I could of this quiet and gorgeous island that I’d heard so much about. I visited the island once many years ago and it felt good to be back. Returning back to Summer House ready to partake in Todd’s version of New England classics. (Read More)




















