Multi Aquaculture Systems, Inc.

What an amazing find while driving around Napeaque. Try the mixed grilled seafood platter. Plenty for two.

Fish Farm is unique and delicious, that’s all you really need to know.
I’m one star short because I haven’t fully reconciled how I feel about feral cats eating fish right next to where I’m chowing face on some seafood, but I will say — as long as they keep serving it up so fresh and tasty, it’s a small detail I’m fine overlooking. Bugs, yes, they’re annoying, but not unbearable.
View is gorgeous, BYOB is tight, staff is colorful to say the least. The whole vibe is as a real as it gets — there’s not an ounce of trying to be anything but their quirky, yummy selves here.
I recommend the scallops, lobster bisque, and doughy roll that comes with. The swordfish chili was underwhelming but still legit for a cold day, I would order it again.

The Fish Farm is perplexing. People don’t really know how to rate it on Unilocal because it really isn’t a place that you can sum up easily on this rating scale.
What I love about it: The quirky location and nice view. The random animals being raised on site– geese, chickens, fish. The terrific food– lobster, lobster roll, and the amazing steamers (if you go here, get an order of the steamers, huge portion, rich and fantastic)
What I don’t like: The bugs! Because you are sitting outdoors, at picnic tables, you are often attacked by flies– even with the provided bug spray. We saw many people grabbing their food to go recently, so that may be a good idea to avoid some of the negatives.
The creature comforts you expect at a regular restaurant are missing, but the food is terrific, the people are nice, and the experience is unique.

Still my top favorite. Had their lobster roll again. They now serve it on a burger bun, but that does’nt matter. It’s 100% lobster w/​almost no mayo, or fillers. Try their lobster bisque too… excellent.

The «fish farm», as we called it when I was a kid.
Great place to buy really fresh (as in just pulled out of the water, fresh) fish and a «secret» spot to eat in the summer — they have a few tables outside.
Always loved this place — can’t wait for summer to come here again!

This was hands-​down the highlight of my recent Montauk trip. We were having a flight in front of Montauk Brewing Company’s tasting room and the guy across from us noticed our room key and turned out to be the food and beverage director for Ruschmeyer’s. After talking a bit about restaurants in Brooklyn, we asked him for some legit recommendations and this was hands down the one. He warned us that it was out of the way and a bit rough, but that made us want it even more. A quick glance at the polarized Unilocal reviews ensured our trip.
When you first pull up, you think you’re in the wrong place. It’s not a tourist trap like the ones on the way. It’s a working fish farm that also breeds dogs, geese and chickens. There’s a big chalk menu where you order your bounty, and pass the fish tanks and a makeshift pen filled with geese is a little roped off area with picnic tables and umbrellas with a view that turns magic as the sun goes down.
We ordered the smoked marlin paté, the french box, and the much-​hyped swordfish chili. The chili was kind of boring, so we quickly pushed it aside. The smoked marlin pâté came out with little slices of french bread, arugula and cherry tomatoes and is pretty much crack. I’m determined to try and recreate it myself. As we delighted in our rich, smoky sea-​goodness the chef brought out our French Box, which was neither French nor in a box. It was a giant wooden plate covered with a seafood and vegetable bounty that made us wide-​eyed and giddy. It looked like it came out of Edible magazine, not from a seafood shanty. Spread amongst a bed of arugula and tomatoes were for large bbq prawns, asparagus, lobster salad, chilled shrimp, perfectly seared scallops, fingerling potatoes and fresh watermelon. The Pâté and box was a bounty for two, ordering the chili and the perfectly refreshing lime tart were just plain dumb.
We slowly digested and sipped the beers we brought as the sun went down, the perfect end to a perfect mid-​week escape.
For those who are afraid of life and are taking it out on this gem: IT’S A GODDAMN FISH FARM. A real, working farm that grows the food you eat, not a bottle-​service white linen date-​rape room where asshats try and be interesting before they’re drunk enough to bang each other. I’m sorry your douchehampton-​issued white pants clashed with the animals and the food-​centric vibe. You’d be better off doing another Ritalin bump and getting your anus bleached. I hear P-Diddy’s having a white party somewhere, and you’re clearly as white as they come.

This place reminded us of «Deliverance»! Between the caged hunting dogs, the penned geese, the young man burning stinking garbage while staring off into space, the other ‘employee’ moving some hoses around while also staring off into space (maybe that is a requisite for working in such creepy conditions — being spaced), the whole place gave me the creeps and made it impossible to order food, especially with prices as high as Gosman’s Dock! Egads!

Please! You folks are nuts. This place could be great if…
They spent some money to clean up the place. It’s a smelly, animal infested mess.
They cleared the crappy fence and garbage and you could actually see Gardiners Bay. Take down all the brush, clean up the other side, and give me a view!
They cooked the food long enough to be edible. my salmon was rare and my swordfish raw!
They served quality and quantity enough to justify the prices! $ 3 an oyster and some were the size of a gum ball.
They had any interest in caring about what they were serving or if you were happy. One women takes the order, delivers it and never follows up.
They emptied the garbage cans from time to time. Flies everywhere, garbage cans coated with dirt and grime.
With little to no overhead and so much potential they over promise, over charge and underperform! What a shame!
Someone should drop some cash on this place and it would rock!
Until then… I won’t be back.

This place is filthy and the food isn’t good. They also are hostile to customers. They think it’s funny when their geese peck the diners.

So I see that I’m an outlier here … but I can’t let myself be influenced by other people’s love of this decrepit establishment. I will say that the food was good — a solid 3 stars for the lobster roll. But having to consume it next to the smell of all those poorly-​kept animals made the experience unpleasant. In short, the place reeks. Maybe it was just the breeze on the day I was there? The geese and ducks are kept in small, dirty pens so imagine my surprise when the waitress told us that the fowl were «only for show» and that the owners are «animal lovers.» There’s also a filthy pool of water with horseshoe crabs in it. Ick.
To be fair — this may just be what it looks and smells like to have a menagerie — but I would prefer not to eat a $ 25 sandwich next to it.
It didn’t help that they overcharged us by $ 100 for our meal and it took them a long time to fix it on their credit card machine.
I was hoping to love this off-​kilter place but it was just too gross.

This is on the other spectrum of the Hamptons’ scene: quaint, smelly, and featuring basic amenities (BYOB on picnic tables). The special of the day when I last visited, striped bass and prawn kebabs were fresh and perfectly cooked. Fried clam bellies were a little sad looking, the strips were a tad overfried (though not particularly crispy), the bellies mushy, and for some reason the bodies arrived separated, not whole. Bluepoints were good, the same as you’d get in any bar. Service was friendly and attentive. I’d return just to try out the other stuff on the menu.

If you live for chic and places to see and be seen, go elsewhere. But if you enjoy a totally different experience of having a catered picnic-​type experience with fresh seafood, with unbelievable views, then read on.
After walking past pens of geese and gander, and past a bunch of cats and huge outdoor fish tanks you order from a doorway in a house on the right.
Ten of us ordered many items including the steamed lobsters, swordfish chili, lobster rolls, salad with goat cheese, crab soup, and enjoyed it all with beers we brought with us.
It was an hour before sunset, and the tables they have available, (I believe there are eight large tables) all have a fantastic view of the sunset along the bay beach. No music, just the sound of the bay breeze, shells crunching, soup being slurped, and laughter.
Since we were going to be a big party we called ahead and Mary faxed us a menu so we could give them a head’s up before arriving. We did not do that, and there was still no problem. They were very gracious and charming, the food was great (especially the Swordfish chili !)
Just in case there is no breeze, bring some mosquito repellant and wear long pants.

If you spot the big osprey nest on top of the telephone pole along Cranberry Road, then you’re headed in the right direction.
The birds guard the dirt path leading to the Fish Farm, a ramshackle compound of fish breeding pools, wandering ducks, random dogs and, of course, the Sea Slug Lounge, perched perfectly overlooking Napeague Sound.
This is close to the extreme east end of Long Island, where the coast and the sound are located only miles apart, and where the landscape looks like a tundra with ponds and windswept trees and few signs of development.
I took my jaded friend from Alaska here one time and he was impressed with not only the food but also the atmosphere and the scenery. And that’s saying a lot, coming from a guy who hangs in the bush often.
At the Fish Farm, there is fresh fish available at a tiny country store as well as made-​to-​order entrees such as the French Box (a seafood «medley» of scallops, prawns, lobster and vegies; Clam Bake (with corn, potatoes, mussels, steamers) and the Napeague Surf N Turf (6 oz filet mignon with grilled jumbo prawns).
The Sea Slug Lounge doesn’t have a liquor license, but leave the girls a tip in the jar and you might get lucky (wink, wink, nudge, nudge). And talk about a place with a view.
So, just head out to Amagansett, then make a turn north instead of south toward the nice beaches. Look for Cranberry Road and the big osprey nest. Perhaps the bird is eating some fish, recently caught in its powerful talons.
You’ve made it.

Yes, this is an incredible place that is not to be missed. If you are confused about exacly what it is, be sure to check out Daniel’s B’s 14 pictures. That will give you a good idea. If you go during the day, go inside and see all the crazy fish and creatures in the tanks. Also check out what fish they are breading outside. Many of these are wild fish that will be released into the local waters. There may not be any place anywhere that has these kind of fish in captivity breeding. As far as the food, I have never eaten there but a walk into the place (go back and see the 14 pictures) and you decide.

Gets stars for:
1. lots of decent fish
2. suprising prices for the hamptons.
3. BYOB
4. Nice Montauk Bay Sunset views
5. weird and quirky performances
Loses one star for:
1. can get buggy
2. it’s farm fish (obviously) so it’s got that not-​wild texture
3. Man-​eating geese
Everything is pretty good. Fish Kabobs, Lobster, Corn on the cob, Mussels… I’m thinking this place is the closest to 5 stars a four star could be
If you go with a cooler full of beers (or white wine) on a clearish night with a light breeze and a good group of friends, it’s a memorable experience. Definitely worth it every time. If you can find it.
Super laid back. Total picnic atmosphere. Don’t expect a restaurant.

It is with love and dread that I approach this review.
I love this place. I am in love with this place. If you do not love this place… the problem is you, and not this place. It very much reminds me of my favorite bed and breakfast on the northern californian coast
It’s a small place. And a quiet place. And certainly it’s run down. I imagine its shabbiness keeps away those people who would not appreciate it. If my good friend Adam S. were to have a restaurant, it would look something like this.
It’s as simple and inelegant as eating should be. Lobsters and steamers with corn on the cob and fresh bread respectively, are served in giant e-​z foil turkey roasting pans. No bibs. Eat on picnic tables. Bring your own wine, wine glasses, even hors d’oeuvres if you please. It’s really a picnic, close to the water, without sand in your food.
My grand-​mother who has eaten countless lobsters in her days, and who introduced me to the sport of lobster eating, exclaimed this was the sweetest lobster she had ever had. Which is no small praise coming from her. I personally could not sop up enough of the steamers’ juices with the warm bread. And the fried clam bellies and strips were also excellent. I only wish we had brought more prosecco. Next time.
But there are only a handful of picnic tables. And a vibe as calm and laid back as the summer breeze. I hope this place is open forever and never changes. I remain a prisoner of hope.