I could tell it was going to be a long, long summer. The owner of my coffee shop, always on the lookout to expand his dinky little place into a massive, nationwide chain, met a guy who knew a guy that had a bar that needed a summer pop-up. In the North Fork of Long Island. Maybe you don't know the Eastern End of Long Island: take the ugliest-souled people you know, give them tons and tons of generational wealth, and put t...