Everything that is wrong with the Hamptons all rolled up into one bar/restaurant. The DJ turned the music up so loud that we had to move outside to hear ourselves think. The manager of the restaurant, tambourine in hand, seemed downright pleased that we left our table. Outside we had a fantastic view of the coked up host bopping around from table to table like a Mexican jumping bean. We witnessed what appeared to be a blatant hand off of baggies and to top it all off we noticed after we left that our bill had been padded with a few extra drinks.
Do not waste your time and money visiting Nammos.
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