Liar’s Saloon is down at the docks, tucked behind a boatyard on the Montauk marina, and you’ll walk past it if you don’t know what you’re looking for. That’s fine — the regulars prefer it that way. Dollar drafts, karaoke, gnarled fishermen at the bar: this is the Montauk that existed before the Surf Lodge crowd showed up, and it’s still here. In a town that’s been colonized by the Hamptons overflow, Liar’s Saloon is the reliable counterargument. Find it. You’ll recognize the type immediately when you walk in.
