You can get the Hampton's most famous lobster roll in Tribeca this summer
And while there's certainly coastal charms to be found out at the original location, as well as its Southampton sibling, the LUNCH crew is making your lobster roll procurement a hell of a lot easier, with no Jitney or LIRR involved: You can conveniently get the restaurant's famed crustacean sandwiches at American Cut in Tribeca this summer.
The freshly-cracked summer collaboration features that lobster roll in two forms: as a classic, full-sized LUNCH lobster salad roll served on a brioche bun with a lemon wedge and house-made slaw (available in American Cut's main dining room for $36) or as a "Hamptons Happy Meal (served from 5 p.m. to 7 p.m. in the bar, lounge and outdoor dining area for $28), featuring two mini lobster rolls, your choice of truffle fries or a Caesar salad, with a Ketel One Vodka or Tanqueray Gin Martini. Both seasonal offerings will be available through Labor Day.
'We're thrilled to partner with American Cut to bring the spirit of summer in the Hamptons to Tribeca,' says Andrea Anthony, President of Lobster Roll Inc. 'This collaboration captures the essence of coastal indulgence with a city edge.'
And they're not leaving you Hamptons-based folks out of the fun, either: Those out east can join the collaboration on July 18 or 19 at 7 p.m. for an American Cut Dinner Party at The Lobster Roll Restaurant's Southampton location (32 Montauk Hwy). The family-style feast will feature greatest-hit dishes from American Cut, including starters, steaks, sides and dessert paired with an open beer-and-wine bar. Tickets are available on SevenRooms.
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