Coney Island Baby

My first sleep in Brooklyn introduced me to the first major downside of life in the worlds premier Metropolis. The bloody heat. All those brown stone buildings just suck up the heat all day, slowly releasing it all night. Leaving apartments cooking hot. A.C was at max, but still it was a sweaty night.
We took breakfast at a diner where tired the grits. I thought they were fine with some salt, but Riot and Mo didn't seem convinced. Then we visited a hipster flea market on the bank of the river that afforded a great view of Manhattan. The heat was really something by midday. We took refuge with a cold beer at Brooklyn Bowl.

Then we caught the Subway down to Coney Island. Riot and Mo had been the day before, but humored me with a return visit. Coney Island is like a US Blackpool I guess. Bit grimey, but I had a hoot. The Cyclone rollercoaster is an essential, a real old bone shaker, that feels like it might fall to bits at any moment.

In the evening we went for some Mexican at the Habana Outpost. They had a projector screening White Men Can't Jump onto the neighbouring end wall in their outdoor tables area. The cat-fish tacos were brilliant. We took a trip up to Williamsburg and finished the night with a beer in the 24 Hour Kellog's diner.

[Pic: Nathan's Hotdogs, home of the world hotdog eating championships]
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