It's almost summer and that first moment when you drink two nutcrackers from a walking beach vendor, lay out in the Rockaway sand and smile stupidly at the fact that the water always manages to come right up to the beach in the same approximate place every single day.
“Every New Yorker has that ‘what’s a nutcracker’ moment. Once you try it, you’re like, I got hammered for like ten bucks or five bucks and it wasn't completely yucky.”
