About Us

The Sloppy Tuna wasn’t just a bar. It was an experiment.

Montauk’s old mantra was simple: a drinking town with a fishing problem. That was before the Tuna rewired the whole circuit. What the town got was a blast of genius and insanity that turned 148 South Emerson — a building that had been five different bars over fifty years — into the most notorious beach spot in the Hamptons. Today it’s still a bar, but forevermore it will be known as “Formerly The Sloppy Tuna.”

The Tuna wasn’t exclusive. It was inclusive. That was Come As You Are. Surfers, Wall Street brokers, Hollywood actors, supermodels, lifeguards, and locals all walked through the same sand-caked doors and got treated exactly the same. We didn’t care if you worked at Goldman Sachs or if your outfit was from TJ Maxx. No cover charge. No bottle service. You could be somebody to someone, but you were nobody to us. That slogan hung on the wall because the staff wasn’t background noise — they were the show. And unlike most of the Hamptons, we respected them above all else.

And what a show it was. Tuesdays and Thursdays were Ladies’ Nights. Saturdays were all-day DJ marathons. We ran goldfish races and snake-charming acts, and when Coney Island said no to its freak show, the Tuna said hell yes. We had more mini entertainers than attorneys — and that’s saying something. We rang bells behind the bar, packed locals shoulder-to-shoulder, and hired anyone with the guts to keep up. The place grew so big that the Hard Rock Hotel in Vegas flew out to take over a weekend — because a Montauk beach bar was throwing bigger parties than they were.