Help!  The hipsters are invading Queens!  That’s certainly what it feels like when you walk up to Rippers at the end of Rockaway Beach.  It’s a throwback style surf shack with lots of neon.  The clientele with their ironic Flock of Seagulls haircuts look straight out of Brooklyn.  And that’s because they are.  Apparently there’s a party bus that for $20 roundtrip will take you from Williamsburg to Rockaway and give you beers for the ride.  I’m sure it helps that the owners of Rippers are the same guys who own Robertas, the Brooklyn pizza hot spot.

I had heard great things about Rippers for a while but figured I’d never be able to get there since Rockaway is not exactly convenient and I didn’t know this party bus existed.  But then Matt and Karina suggested we go and they have a car so all my problems were solved.  Did I need to eat a burger after eating lobster rolls and empanadas on the beach?  Yes, yes I did.  I wasn’t going to go all the way to Rockaway and not try this place I’ve been hearing about all summer.  Especially since it was my last chance to go to the beach for the year.

All burgers come on a potato bun with lettuce, pickles, onion, and special sauce.  I 86’d the onion, made mine a cheeseburger, and added avocado.  Though the meat itself was a little overcooked (or maybe lacking some seasoning?) as a whole, it was a good burger,  And as far as beach burgers go, it was great.  Burgers on the beach usually only taste good because you’re happy to be on a beach, which is why this one felt exceptional.  They also have soft serve that I thought tasted way more like ice cream than froyo (thicker, custardy-er) and that’s a good thing.  Karina got a scoop of the honey flavor with sprinkles in a cup because the cashier warned us that the cones were janky.  I appreciated her honesty and appreciated the soft serve.

Kowabunga, dude.

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