They're not kidding about all the jellyfish being everywhere. Coney Island beach was lovely, the water was a good temperature, the sausages were delicious, and the crazy people wearing saggy beige cotton diapers as a bathing suit and burying one another in the sand were great, but there were hundreds of super creepy jellyfish in the water. Not stinging, I don't think, because I didn't see anyone crying or flipping out, but just hovering, pulsing their creepy, ribbony organs in the shallow water. Not so great. It is my favorite beach, though. In New York City.
I know I repeat myself a lot here, but Flatbush Farm continues to be my favorite casual-fancy restaurant in Brooklyn. So tasty, so creative, so classy, so calming, such a wonderful place. We had cocktails (a Brooklyn and a Manhattan), a bottle of wine (Cotes du Rhone, $30), Bibb lettuce with golden beets and candied pistachios, watermelon and feta salad, duck breast with barley, and chocolate bread pudding with creme fraiche. Gorgeous backyard garden, gorgeous inside tables. Can't go wrong. Always recommended.
The best Manhattan bar for large parties (of at least 20 people) is 11th Street Bar. Exposed bricks, heavy medieval wood, traditional architecture, cheap drinks, nice people, golden lighting. Can't go wrong. Always recommended.
I finally bought Blue Planet! Did you know that the great blue whale has arteries to big that you could swim through some of them? Oh my goodness!