If you can't hop the Hampton Jitney or put the fire out on the eponymous island, you can still garner a bit of salt air and a hint of New England with a swipe of a MetroCard. On City Island, New York's in-town resort, the lobsters are steaming and the seagulls circling. While looking for a place that was formal enough to please Aunt Minnie and Mom (whose culinary persnicketiness is the stuff of legend), I discovered the Lobster Box. I could almost pretend I was in cooler climes: perched high on a bluff with large windows overlooking the water, the parking lot, and the fried-clam joint on the pier, its white shingles weathered enough to... More >>>