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VI. Grillin’ at the Beach
Most barbecues around Brooklyn take place in inconspicuous backyards, with friends and neighbors keeping to themselves amidst the smoky aroma of grilled meats. In Manhattan Beach, though, crowds come to grill and mingle along the beach, conjuring up huge weekend food fests for everyone around to see, smell, and, if you’re lucky, taste. The picnic tables, only a few feet apart, host diverse parties from all over Brooklyn (and beyond) who come either to celebrate family and friends or to escape them. Here and there one can find noshes particular to a foreign cuisine, but in this beachside melting pot meat on a skewer is a universal treat, especially after it’s been marinated for 24 hours.
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