Yesterday, we took a day off from the city's restaurants (which were notably empty, with everyone being out of town) and headed out to Brooklyn for a summer right of passage: the backyard barbecue. On holiday weekend, everyone in the Big Apple starts to sniff out some charcoal, because what's the point of staying in town if you don't find some friends with a grill? The burgers we had might not have been on par with Minetta Tavern or The Spotted Pig, but that's not really the point.
A little overcooked and smothered with Heinz (any fancier "designer" ketchup would certainly not suffice in this case), they tasted like summer. If you didn't find a backyard 'cue to hit up, well, hopefully you ended up at a similar situation on someone's roof. On a three-day weekend, the George Foreman grill in your apartment just doesn't cut it.
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