Monday, May 12, 2008
Saturday we moved hotels, since we had a good deal at the Westin Times Square - thanks to my brother's awards points and generosity. Our room wasn't ready yet, so we entrusted the front desk with our corned beef from Stage Deli and my medication, which they promised to refrigerate. Then we headed off on the Q train to Coney Island.
It was a cold and rainy day, so Coney Island was desolate. But we didn't care, and neither did all of the kids on the train who completely lost their minds when the Cyclone came into view.
Our first stop, Nathan's, was no trouble to find at all. I was surprised to discover a Kenny Rogers Roaster sandwiched between the hot dog and seafood counters. I went for a chili dog and a dog with peppers.
The mustard is so good in New York - this photo did not turn out well, but the mustard really makes NY dogs. Nathan's was not the same as the Nathan's you buy in the market. They were flavorful with a nice snap and an explosion of fat. I ate them both. Bob had a cheesesteak, but I was focused on my hot dogs. Did I mention the fries? I can see why the birds swarm this place.
I had also ordered frog's legs and a lobster roll from the seafood counter, expecting to pick a little at everything. I sabotaged myself by wolfing down those two dogs. The frog's legs weren't nicely cut into drumettes as they had been in Paris, and the bright daylight didn't hide the unappetizing black veins. They had also cooled already, so the frog's legs just weren't the same. Plus I couldn't get the word "articulated" out of my head as I stared at them. The lobster roll was more like lobster-flavored mayonnaise, so we just picked at it.
We wandered through the rides, some of which are in Astroland and some of which aren't. Astroland has been the subject of much debate as it is slated for demolition to make way for condos. Locals are up in arms about it, even though they promise to spare the historic Cyclone. Most of the rides are carnival rides that could easily be packed up and relocated, but it's about tradition.
I loved the trippy artwork, especially the clowns. There were also a lot of devils. And dead rappers. It was a little like Thugland.
Bob went on the Cyclone first so I could take pictures and he could report back on its scariness. He said it wasn't scary, but it was really painful.
I picked The Breakdancer as the next ride, since I love spinning and I had never been on that one before. It was dedicated to Ant, "Loved by Many, Hated by Few, Respected by All." I can only hope when I'm gone I am hated by few. As the ride started, the MC started shouting, "This one is for you, Big A!" I realized, "Uh oh, this ride is in tribute to his dead friend. It is going to be one hell of a ride." And it was.
After a few intense minutes of spinning, I decided to video the ride. It was really hard struggling against the G forces to get out my camera and I gripped it in my fists. After awhile, the ride switched to spin the other way. It seemed to go on forever. This ride was never, ever going to end. The hot dogs in my stomache considered relocating. The MC asked if anyone wanted off, but no way was I going to wimp out after not going on the Cyclone. So we started all over again. Spinning, spinning, spinning; it wouldn't stop. I knew I was going to live out the rest of my life on that ride. I was going to die on that ride. Hated by few.