Coney Island’s Booming


Coney Island may not have made it into the the big New York Times piece on Brooklyn this morning but its resurgence was the subject of a Crain’s article over the weekend in which the business paper wonders if the South Brooklyn entertainment mecca, long on a downslide, is now poised to go the way of Times Square.

The gritty seaside strip has bounced back from the brink of desolation, and its boosters believe the best is yet to come. The honky-tonk boardwalk has shed most of its mangier haunts while preserving a few cherished venues, like Ruby’s Bar & Grill. Revamped roller coasters and new rides have lured record crowds to once-empty lots. Even seedy Surf Avenue has undergone a transformation—swapping rows of discount furniture stores for a biker bar and a Grimaldi’s Pizzeria—that is again making Coney Island a destination.

Notably absent from the article is any mention of folks who are already nostalgic for “the good old days,” an inevitable sentiment whenever change comes.
Brooklyn: A tipping point for Coney Island [Crain's]
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  • In the “good old days” you could actually hang out under the boardwalk at night and drink beer with your high school buddies. Alas, now the boardwalk is filled in with sand and there are not as many opportunities for getting into trouble…..

  • I was hanging on out on the boardwalk Saturday evening, sharing a frog leg platter from Nathan’s when a rather eccentric individual began quizzing us about our origins and how long we’d lived in Brooklyn. I attempted to distract him by taking a fake very dramatic phone call, but that only inspired him to steal one of my frog legs, which, he then commented, “tasted just like chicken” (how original). I then told my companion that the faked phone call was a real emergency and we had to go immediately, at which point our new dining companion said to us, “You have no idea who I am.” Kind of looked like Norman Mailer (yes, I do realize he’s dead). Only at Coney!

  • I was hanging on out on the boardwalk Saturday evening, sharing a frog leg platter from Nathan’s when a rather eccentric individual began quizzing us about our origins and how long we’d lived in Brooklyn. I attempted to distract him by taking a fake very dramatic phone call, but that only inspired him to steal one of my frog legs, which, he then commented, “tasted just like chicken” (how original). I then told my companion that the faked phone call was a real emergency and we had to go immediately, at which point our new dining companion said to us, “You have no idea who I am.” Kind of looked like Norman Mailer (yes, I do realize he’s dead). Only at Coney!