After grooving to Anoushka Shankar in Stern Grove, only the toughest few brave the fierce wind and sandblasts at Ocean Beach for a Sunday afternoon BBQ …nothing more painful than sand in one’s beer ( -Oh, sweet Redhook! -the horror! )
What’s that? Someone forgot the meat? And knives? No utensils: no problem. Us vegetarians are fiercer than we look.
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You scare me eating like that.