The first food I have any conscious memory of eating is three-dozen raw clams on the half-shell. I was four.

You'd think placing a “Napa Valley only” limit on a restaurant wine list would constitute an unwelcome constraint in the eyes of sommeliers, but Kelli White and Scott Brenner of Press in St. Helena, Calif., have accepted the challenge with enthusiasm. After moving to Napa from New York in 2010 to launch Press’ wine program, the two have assembled the largest collection of Napa bottles in wine country, with vintages going back to the 1940s.

Ten years ago this January, in the deepest part of Brooklyn (okay, the Lorimer stop on the L train) a shadowy organization was born from Chris Rubino’s beard. Long, lanky and Italian, Rubino was a natural born beard prophet. His Garibaldi came in lush and thick. His roommate, Sean Donnelly, saw his friend’s prodigious whiskers, and, citing his lineage and personal experience, doubted his own ability to grow similar facial foliage.

A shark does what it does. This particular fish, a 4,500-lb great white racing through the murky depths off Montauk, had a meal on its mind. Or rather, in its nose. Sharks, it’s said, can smell one drop of blood in a million drops of water. It might have taken as few as ten minutes for this great white to catch up to the rapidly expanding chum slick.

The realization that development has hit the last possible tract of land at the end of an island is like finishing an eight ball at 4am and coming to grips with the fact that there's no more left, no hope of getting any more, nowhere to go, and the sun’s coming up. Montauk, or The End, might just be earning its nickname at last.

From more articulated typing fingers to an information sense, to a group mind - are there plausible evolutions technology is bringing about in man? What do you know? I don't mean like, "Hey, look at that!" I mean actually what do you know right now, as in: of what things are you aware?

The humorless, pedantic, and militant vegan may be the butt of countless jokes and clichés, but rarely do even the most dedicated real-life vegans resort to death threats. And yet that’s the new reality for Matthew and Terces Engelhart, husband-and-wife owners of West Coast vegan restaurants Café Gratitude and Gracias Madre.

Some marketers have vented their frustrations with a seemingly fickle audience constantly chasing its own (long) tail. “It looks like every couple of weeks, some new social media channel tackles the world, and is rewriting history,” wrote Danny Devriendt, executive vice president and digital and social media strategist, EMEA at Porter Novelli back in March, before ticking off the exhausting list: “MySpace.

The concept for Prime 103, Ed "Jean Luc" Kleefield's new steakhouse and lounge on the Montauk Highway, isn't borrowed from a Miami Beach rival, despite recent accusations. Its inspiration, it turns out, is much closer to home.

There are no drum circles at Occupy Napa. No skirmishes with police (at least not yet). No dissension among the ranks, which speak clearly and with a single voice. That the ranks total one exceed­ingly reasonable and polit­i­cally moderate 62-year-old man wearing jeans, a polo shirt, wire frame glasses and a gardening hat to shield his pale face from the sun probably explains all of the above.

Winemakers diversify their portfolios—by planting vegetables. Napa Valley just 40 years ago was a vastly different landscape from today. Acres of orchards, fields of produce and thousands of oak trees once competed for space with vineyards. However, following the region’s rise to fame on the heels of 1976’s Judgment of Paris—when some Napa wines bested their French counterparts in a tasting—much of this diversity was wiped out in order to produce as many award-winning wines as possible.

What is the fastest way out of Mom and Dad's house (or, in this case, Upper East Side duplex)? If you're an upwardly mobile over-30 socialite, the answer is easy. Embark on a hobby-career: designer, candy hawker, actress, slut. The options are endless.

If "A Coney Island of the Mind" had a house band, it might very well be the Starlight Girls. While their name is evocative of the group's sound - waves crashing under boardwalks, seedy '40s piano lounges, cheap thrills, film noir soundtracks and Hollywood cocktail parties all come to mind - it's also partially misleading.

Dressed in throwback running shoes and shorts, Chris Nicolson looks more like a guy about to go for a jog with Prefontaine than who he actually is: One of the most important young winemakers in New York. He plunges a long glass pipette (or “thief”) into a barrel and then offers a sample of the still-maturing blend of riesling and sauvignon blanc destined to become the house wine at Momofuku.

It has taken a little longer than expected, but Townline BBQ, the new Hamptons joint from the group that runs Nick & Toni's, is nearly ready to open its doors. The restaurant occupies the space that housed Alison on the Beach, which had to be vacated because it was close to being condemned.

Frank Mundus is largely credited (or blamed) with popularizing shark fishing for sport. He is perhaps better known as the inspiration for Quint in Jaws after he showed the book’s author, Peter Benchley, the gnashing teeth of the monster he meant to write about aboard the Cricket. Mundus came to Montauk, New York in the 1950s to scrape by as a commercial fisherman trawling for bluefish, but back then, the waters were full of sharks.