|Cape May-Lewes Ferry|
|Tun Tavern beer taps|
Um, dive bars. I had also heard about The Irish Pub - an old "authentic" Irish pub located a short ways off the boardwalk not too far from the Ripley's Believe It or Not Museum. I made a point of going to this place too. It was just OK. I'm sure they see a lot of tourists in here but it was still kinda grungy. The people working there are rather gruff and after one pint of Guinness it wasn't somewhere I felt compelled to linger. It was kinda moldy and smelly in there too. Check it out for yourself if you want though.
Speaking of the Ripley's Believe It Or Not Museum, I was looking for something to do one afternoon so I decided to go in here. I really liked it; more so than a lot of more serious or conventional museums. The Ripley's museum had some freaky stuff, like German Wolpertingers - curious flying creatures that live in the woods, and a reproduction of a New Jersey Devil skeleton, based on eyewitness accounts! I also saw a rooster that smoked cigarettes, a mermaid that was half monkey/half fish, a one-eyed seeing eye dog, a shrunken head, a life-size replica of the world's tallest man, a genuine Iron Maiden, a vampire killing kit, and much, much more. Believe it, or not!
|Ripley's Believe It or Not! - Atlantic City|
I later learned that La Finca is located in Ducktown, a small section of Atlantic City that was traditionally Italian-American. Nowadays it is probably more Hispanic. Culture is definitely lacking in AC, but if you want to experience a little bit of it stroll around Ducktown. Despite its semi-rundown appearance, Ducktown seems to be a fairly safe, family-oriented neighborhood with many off-the-tourist-path ethnic restaurants, bakeries, pizzerias and groceries.
Atlantic City's well known White House Sub Shop is also located in Ducktown on Arctic Avenue, a few doors down from La Finca. I had intentions of eating at White House for lunch one day, but when I went in there the place was packed and the subs looked like stomach aches waiting to happen. So, I left and walked around the corner to Atlantic Avenue, where I found Jonuzi's Pizza. Jonuzi's was pretty empty on this day, which I found appealing. The pizza was awesome though: authentic New York style. A massive slice!
|Enormous pizza slice from Jonuzi's|
Lastly, I suppose I should mention the Atlantic City Boardwalk. You can walk for miles in either direction from the Ceasar's/Bally's/Trump Plaza midtown area. There's tacky shops, questionable restaurants and, curiously, lots and lots of places to get a body massage. I didn't get a body massage, but I did get an Atlantic City baseball cap for .99 cents! The perfect hat for the world's playground!
|Souvenir baseball cap - bought for .99 cents on the Atlantic City Boardwalk|
Would I want to go back to Atlantic City? Don't bet on it. But I was able to enjoy a good brewery, a great restaurant and a fun museum in the midst of all that scuzzy tourism. Plus, I got in some valuable banjo practice in the hotel room and I'm happy to report that I did not spend the first dime on gambling. Right better.