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New York City never stops. Night or day. Rain or shine. In the freezing cold or the dead heat. But, once you hit a certain stretch of summertime, things certainly slow down a little bit.
It's the week after the Fourth of July. Your friends are starting to text you mid-workday from the Q35, en route to the beach, with increased frequency. Your downstairs neighbors' illegal Airbnb is popping off right now. You've eaten approximately five hot dogs in the past month, with upwards of a dozen more on the horizon for the rest of the season. Recognize that torpor? That itch to sit outside and drink something cold and delicious? That's another NYC summer calling your name, baby.
We at Hell Gate are not immune to the siren song of summer in the city. Of course we aren't! In fact, after a long year of covering the new mayor's ascension to power in City Hall, unpacking the graft at the heart of New York City's court system, furiously covering the Democratic primary, and doing a whole bunch of other shit, we think a little break is in order. (In fact, half of our editorial staff is currently on vacation.)
Enter: Beach Week.