From the New York Times:
When the sun glares down on the city, New Yorkers of means flee for the beach. Matt Kaye, a bar manager and D.J. who lives in Williamsburg, Brooklyn, was such a refugee. He sat outside Rippers, a new grass-fed-burger shack that opened over the Memorial Day weekend, sipping an iced coffee. In the distance, a pod of surfers bobbed in the water, waiting for waves. An inked-up pal from Brooklyn, carrying a beach umbrella, wandered by to chat about swimming conditions. "The water's too cold," said Mr. Kaye, who wore a faded Spuds MacKenzie T-shirt and 10-day stubble. "But you know I had to get in for a minute."
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