Last year, I walked all over the beach looking for the group from IKAR, that had gathered together for tashlikh, the rite in which we toss bread into the ocean to symbolize our desire to cast sin out of our hearts. But I couldn't find them. This year, I found them, eventually.
Some people tossed bread, and a few - apparently - tossed waffles (which, admittedly, sounds like a euphemism for what you might do after drinking too much). And if you pay attention to the "film" in its final frames, you'll see that while IKARites played guitars, drums and something resembling a banjo, one guy opted for the simplicity of "playing his feet." You really have to admire that.