Checking out this new sandy Brooklyn Bridge viewing spot, I had to choose between what looked liked a really refreshing sangria and a margarita for my one drink of the evening. The Margarita won.
My first and second drink.
Coming to an outdoor beach bar and having only one drink is like surfing on your knees. Its a handicap, and not quite the thrill that it could be.
On the plus side, having only one drink probably kept me from eating a lot of fried food. Instead I stuck to the Baja Fish Taco, which was probably the best fuel for the calories from the snack shack.
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