NYC: Day 3, Coney (closed-for-the-season) Island
This morning, I woke up with an insatiable appetite for an authentic NYC bagel, and an authentic NYC bagel I found. Everyone in the shop ordered an "everything bagel" and it wasn't on the menu so I got scared and just ordered an onion bagel with sundried tomato cream cheese. It didn't let me down. <3
After brekky, we caught the Q train from the 86th street station all the way to Coney Island. That hits every stop on the entire route, in case you're wondering.
Vanessa, with whom I've been staying, has been stoked to go to Coney Island since she moved to NYC six months ago. I, not being from here, had no idea of what to do on Coney Island when the weather is less than ideal, and neither did she. But we hopped on the train nonetheless.
The ride took about an hour. I saw the Statue of Liberty. I love America.
As soon as we saw Coney, we knew something wasn't quite right. No rides were going. No people were around. It was a ghost town. This is fine. This is normal.
And then we got off the train. It was a ghost town. It was a freezing cold ghost town.
Luckily, we were able to find some terrible hot dogs and a souvenir shop where we purchased a couple commemorative shirts that resembled the picture-perfect adventure we took.
We walked about the deserted theme park to the end of the pier for a photo despite the wind and the cold and the everything. Here's the result for your viewing pleasure: