But the crown jewel of Brighton Beach is, well, the beach! It's dirty; it's scummy; it's easy to cut your foot on the broken chunks of beer bottle that are sprinkled ever-so-carelessly atop the
Banana hammock! Or, po-russki, gamok banany!
You can't see, but the word "fun" is printed all over that suit. Not joking!
But let's say elder dudes in Speedos aren't your thing (by the way, who are you?!), there are still plenty of fascinating sites in good ol' Brighton Beach soak in, just like a wet diaper (which would will probably see washed up on the shore). The highlights:
So, there you have it. Those are the most fantastic, enticing things I can picture and/or describe to suggest you take a little trip to NYC's Russian enclave. As the ancient aphorism goes, come for the old men in Speedos, stay for the...um...old men in Speedos. Words to live by.
By the way, pictured above is Russian