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Friday Flashback #286

Several years ago, I posted an intriguing old want ad on “06880.” It resurfaced recently on Facebook, courtesy of Paula Schooler.

In an era when so many men — Bill Cosby, Andrew Cuomo, Jeff Zucker, Al Franken, Scott Rudin, Harvey Weinstein, Matt Lauer, Les Moonves, R. Kelly, to name a few — have been accused of sexual harassment (with serious consequences) — it’s jarring to see this:

La Crêpe was a popular 1970s restaurant at the corner of the Post Road and Myrtle Avenue — where the William Pitt Sotheby’s office is today.

Seen through a 2020s lens, this is just a cringe-worthy look at a bygone era. Mr. Trupin of La Crêpe comes across as pretty creepy.

But — as Peter Blau noted, when I first posted this ad — “Mr. Trupin” was not just a restaurant guy conducting personal interviews with big-busted women wearing short skirts and high boots.

He was Barry Trupin, who went on to — well, let this 2003 New York Post story tell it, in the tabloid’s unmistakable style:

A 1980s wheeler-dealer whose gaudy Southampton castle once turned stomachs throughout the Hamptons was sent to prison yesterday for evading taxes on the sales of a multimillion-dollar piano and some fancy cars.

Barry Trupin, whose worth was once estimated at $300 million, suffered the latest dip in his roller-coaster career after locking horns with the IRS for six years.

Trupin, 67, was sentenced to four years and five months behind bars for evading nearly $1.3 million in federal capital-gains taxes when he sold an 1880s Alma-Tadema piano and three Rolls-Royces.

The tarnished golden boy was convicted in 1999 of lying to the IRS to avoid paying $6.6 million in taxes on the sale of high-end collectibles and fancy property, including his much-reviled Southampton estate, Dragon’s Head.

Trupin became a poster boy for bad development on the East End in the 1980s after he acquired a 55,000-square-foot Southampton mansion and changed it beyond recognition to the horror of long-time Hamptons residents.

The 60-room mansion was on the ocean at Meadow Road.

And quite a ways from La Crêpe.

You’ve Come A Long Way, Baby!

Restaurants come, and restaurants go.

Some — like the ones at the corner of the Post Road and Myrtle Avenue — changed so frequently, it’s hard to remember them all.

(Today it’s a William Pitt/Sotheby’s real estate office — oh well.)

But in July 1970, a new restaurant moved in: La Crêpe.

Two months later, this ad appeared in the Bridgeport Post:

La Crepe

Hmmmm…I wonder why Mr. Trupin wanted personal interviews only?

(Hat tip: Mary Palmieri Gai)