The quiet of the Salamander is a welcome salve to the chaos at Tommy’s. I’m surprised to see Len Emmerich and a few of his guys around a big table in the corner, already three empty pitchers deep. Seems they got an early start on the Friday night festivities.
Len bobs his head in greeting when he sees me leaned against the bar, waiting to order much-needed libation.
The pub itself is owned by Clarke Innovations, managed by an island resident. And since the prior manager was one of Kelly’s besties, he was marched off that night alongside his weirdo friends. Taking his place as of three weeks ago is an attractive, thirty-something woman named Dakota, handpicked by Rupert—she’s apparently the daughter of a longtime friend, and after losing her own quirky, pop culture–inspired diner to a fir
