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"I lived it: after two, three decent rips, I carried my seven-footer out of the Princeton Jetty and remembered Breakwater Barbecue’s new spacious location was just thirty seconds away. I grabbed a table at the country bar-ish resevoir, a cowboy hat-wearing dude posted up by the smoker in the parking lot, a much more effective advertisement than the peppy sign spinners of yore. Got a half-pound of the brisket, a mini loaf of cornbread, and beans and greens, a medley of Simms Organics Swiss chard, black eyed peas, garlic, and house-smoked sausage. The cornbread was graciously moist, the beans and greens rich and a little sweet, and the meat itself was powerfully indulgent, a rare carnivorous splurge worth the price. It’s no surprise to me that the bar and outdoor tables were full, the lazy Friday night energy paired with baseball and pro surfing on TVs above the breezy scene." - Dianne de Guzman