After spending one teedful day and one equally just as if not more super teed night, followed by one long hungover day in Manhattan Beach, I couldn't help but wonder how this LA oasis got its name. After a little Googling, it was how I expected. Some guy named Stewart Merrill (not Merrill Lynch) bought a bunch of ocean front property in the area and named it Manhattan after his beloved home town. It's a good thing Stewie wasn't from Scranton or Intercourse, Pennsylvania (or isn't it). Anyway, go to MB rain or shine day or night. Get teed at one of its many bars and/or restaurants. Walk around or ride a bike. Play some beach volleyball and/or go for a surf, but never again wonder why it's called Manhattan.
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