a photo essay
Every one should have a friend like John. John knows so much about NYC and it's a blast poking around in some of the more distant edges of the 5 boros. Today I took the afternoon off and we went to Coney Island & Brighton Beach. To say it was amazing sounds pat and clichéd, so instead I'll share some photos as proof positive of the wonderful afternoon. I wish I'd brought my real camera, but the iPhone did ok.
A token foraging shot: this field was full of deliciousness: knot, poke, and milk weeds, to name a few. Sadly, it had all been treated w/rat poison.
An emblem of Coney Island, the parachute fall has been closed since 1960.
Have a drink at Cha-Cha's Bar & Grill, then go Shoot a Freak!
Approaching the raison de voyage:
Disney ain't got nothin' on the Cyclone: a seriously rattling wooden track and 4 (count 'em 4) stomach jolting drops.
We decided to eat AFTER the roller coaster.
Walked back to the beach to eat our Russian specialties.
Pickled herring w/beets, onions, potatoes, and sour cream, pork and roast potatoes, potato pancakes, green borscht. Sadly, I smeared grease on my camera lens and all the food pictures are smudgy. Our view as we ate:
The subway station mirrors the roller coaster architecture.
Bye-bye, Coney Island (and Brighton Beach)! And thanks again, John.