“Every local has one of those secret places in their town, a special hidden gem of a restaurant that they love with a deep passion that they wish they could keep to themselves, but at the same time, can’t help but shout their devotion from the rooftops. In Bay Shore, the Lake House was one of mine.

A cottage on the south side of Montauk Highway, set below the grade of the road, it attracted no attention; your eye was drawn to the banners of the car dealership across the street. The lake for which it was named was even more invisible, tucked behind marsh grass and cattails and best enjoyed from the elegantly rustic dining room and small outdoor patio. Its signage was subtle and understated, with a more professional than culinary feel. It was, indeed, a buried treasure in every sense of the word, a diamond in the rough for New American excellence on a nondescript strip of Main Street.”