Posted on 12/28/2014 9:57:26 AM PST by SamAdams76
Observation decks in skyscrapers are always an overpriced "tourist trappy" sort of thing so I try to avoid them in general.
However, I had some family members visiting this week and they insisted upon going to the top of the Empire State Building (a slender and majestic skyscraper that sits on corner of 34th St and 5th Avenue).
Ayn Rand admired this building, which went up rapidly in the 1930s - at the height of the Great Depression - but I digress.
Now last time I went to observation deck of this particular building was back in the 1980s when my new wife and I spend a few days on Manhattan as part of our honeymoon. The Twin Towers were still around at the time and we went to the top of one of those as well. We actually walked the 30+ blocks to get there as we were young and full of energy and didn't want to take a cab if we could help it.
Well, a lot has changed in the nearly 30 years since I was last up on the 86th floor observation deck. There was practically no security and we pretty much pushed a button on an elevator to take us up to the 80th floor where we purchased tickets and took other elevators to both 86th and 102nd floor decks. No muss, no fuss.
Ronald Reagan was our president in those days!
This time around, the experience was quite different. We started out in Times Square which was pleasant enough. Highly recommended to bring the family to Times Square - just stay away from anybody dressed in a costume as they are creepy as hell and just want some of your money so you can take a lame picture with them.
So from Times Square, we walked the 8 blocks over to the Empire State Building, passing by the gigantic Macy's store that takes up an entire block.
As soon as we got past Macy's, the experience went downhill. We were surrounded by shifty looking "third party" vendors of tickets to various NYC attractions, complete with credit card scanners, who wanted to sell us overpriced observatory tickets that also included ferry to Ellis Island and a trip to top of Statue of Liberty.
Now I had a herd of about 10 family members with me so before I could corral them up, some of them already had their credit cards out, making it a done deal that we would purchase $29 tickets for $38 each (which they considered a bargain because Ellis Island ferry and Statue of Liberty trip was included). Unfortunately I did not have time to inform them that logistically, there was no way for us to take in the tour as we were only in the city for one day and it was already coming up on 3pm.
OK, no big deal. So we got fleeced for $9 a piece. About the price of a couple street vendor hot dogs. Welcome to New York! Plus, we should save a little time from having to purchase tickets inside the building - or so we thought.
So as we approach the Empire Street Building, we notice this massive line snaking around the block. Yes, this is the line to get inside the building to visit the observatory.
As noted, it was about 3pm and it takes us about a half hour to get into the lobby of ESB, in which another line snaked along, to where, we knew not.
It was about quarter to 4 before we were allowed to go up the escalator to the second floor where a huge "Space Mountain at Disney" type line weaved up and down the entire space, separated by the type of velvet ropes you normally see in movie theater lobbies.
During all this time, people with $50 "fast pass" tickets were whisked by us. It slowly dawned on us all that as time is money, those $50 tickets we originally snickered at seemed like quite the bargain.
After about a half hour, it became obvious that the line we were in culminated in "airport style" metal detectors, manned by those who were evidently turned down by TSA. As we snaked closer, we were notified over loudspeakers to remove our jackets and belts. Only the loudspeaker voice resembled that of the adults in Charlie Brown cartoons and we couldn't make heads or tails out of what we being said until some brassy lady with a dark blue uniform marched up and down shouting at us to remove jackets and belts.
Once through the phalanx of TSA-rejects with their wands and their expressionless stony faces, we then had to get in yet another line, this time to purchase tickets (which we got to skip) and to get offered "audio guides" which looked like 1970s era Walkie Talkies and rented for $11.
We passed.
Then we had to run a guantlet of useless exhibits showing how the skyscraper was built and other sort of useless facts, such as how many miles of pipes are in the plumbing (7 miles, if you are interested to know). Nothing looked like it was updated since the 1960s.
Most people shoved their way past these exhibits but you had a tiny percentage of overly-earnest tourists (mostly of Asian descent) who gummed up the works by pausing at each exhibits with their "audio guide" devices held up to their ears after having punched in the appropriate three digit code.
After all that, we come to yet another long line. By now it is 4:45pm - we have been standing in lines already for nearly two hours. This line leads to a person taking photographs of each group of tourists against a green background (which in the photos, will make it appear you are standing on the balcony over Manhattan at night).
There is no escaping the photo shoot. You are not simply allowed to walk past the camera without standing for a picture, whether by your self or as part of a group. We are thinking that this is a ruse to have our pictures taken for security purposes - and we are probably right about that.
Once the pictures are taken (with our images temporarily occupying the TV screens shown hanging from the ceilings - until the next group photo takes over), we are stuck in yet another long line.
Eventually, this line ends at a bank of elevators that takes us to the 80th floor. Because the building was designed such that you had to take separate elevators on the 80th floor to go higher.
Once on the 80th floor, you guessed it, another very long line snaking to the other bank of elevators.
However, this time, we were given the option of walking six flights of stairs as opposed to waiting another half hour to get on the next elevator.
Pretty much everybody availed themselves of the opportunity, including little old ladies and pot-bellied out-of-shape men who really should have known better.
So now, after waiting in lines for over two hours, we are now stuck in narrow staircases with sweaty, smelly and out-of-breath people, with the sounds of scuffling feet and raspy intakes and outtakes of bad breath. By the time we got to the 84th floor landing, you had a bunch of people just standing against the wall with their tongues hanging out and making all sorts of disgusting rasping and gasping sounds as they tried to catch their breath in the hot, stale air.
There was actually an elderly lady with crutches attempting to negotiate the staircase. It was crazy!
Finally we get to the 86th floor observatory. The sun was shining brightly when we entered the building nearly 2 1/2 hours ago. Now there is only the tinge of a sunset we missed and Manhattan is spread out below us in shimmering lights.
It would be a great view if we could actually get to edge but there were hundreds - probably thousands - of tourists that so crammed the observation deck that it was all we could do to turn sideways and inch our way around the platform. Meanwhile, you had a group of mall-cop types in uniforms telling us to "move along, move along".
There were so many people on the deck that I seriously feared that the building might tip over if we did not properly balance our collective weight around the observation deck (however, no problem on that count).
After about 20 minutes, we finally decided we had had enough and after squeezing in a few obligatory photos that were not obstructed by other people, we headed for the elevators to go back down.
However, it was not quite as easy as pushing the button and going down to the bottom. First ,we had to go back down to the 80th floor and get herded through about a quarter mile of gift shop. Then we had to get past the pushy vendors trying to sell us the photo they took of us earlier for $20.
Once past that, we got literally pushed into an elevator that took us to the bottom and we were unceremoniously shunted out to the street outside, where we saw even longer lines waiting to get in.
So all in all, the Empire State Building observatory is a colossal ripoff. However, the rest of our day in NYC went exceedingly well. Especially the Heartland Brewing and Chophouse on 43rd Street where we all had dinner. After a couple of Oatmeal Stouts, I was feeling good about NYC once again.
Similar here in Washington State — look up Bethel Ridge — but I get nervous nowadays going too far out.
Just stay the hell away from Times Square for a couple of days now. :)
In August of 2001, late one Saturday night, my wife and I were walking across the Brooklyn Bridge. We saw the Twin Towers lit up like beacons, and decided to go up to the observation deck. We spent almost two hours up there looking out over Brooklyn, New, Jersey, Queens, and Manhattan. We were so high up we could smell the fresh salt air off the Atlantic. Looking down, we could see Broadway angle like a dog's leg below Canal Street before it shot diagonally up the island. The traffic with red taillights moving in pulses through the cross streets looked like little blood cells in a giant vein. I'll never forget that night. Less than thirty days later, those towers were gone.
Nothing scary in that neighborhood really. Elmo is the most frequently arrested there.
LOL
In 10 years it will be $100 bucks and some idiots will still pay.
I remember when the subway seats were made out of wicker and pizza was 15 cents a slice.
They had vending machines that sold Chiclets for a nickel.
Boy have they managed to screw that place up good!
With some minor adjustments, I've really come to love the routine of working in the city. There's a Metro-North station I can get to (Westport) that involves a rural drive down Rte 136 with just a few stop signs. I don't even hit a traffic signal until I'm right on top of the station.
Once on the train, I can get my pre-work done so when I get to the office, I'm ready to roll. My office is a block away from the station and if it's raining, I can take a slightly longer route and stay under canopies the whole time. Then around 4:45, I'm usually back on the train, with a cold can of beer in my hands. (They allow beer on the trains during evening rush hour and sell them right from the platforms).
Or I hang out a little longer and have a nice dinner in town with co-workers or clients.
Once you have the routine down, it's like commuting anywhere else. Sometimes I forget that I'm commuting to one of the most congested areas in the world.
How much income tax do you pay?
I guess I’m weird, too-when I visit a state, the last “attraction” I want to see is a big city and pay big prices for food and lodging, while I’m surrounded by people I wouldn’t want coming to my gate, never mind standing/sitting right next to me.
I saw NYC for the first time when I was 6-my dad took us there for a few days before we flew to Ramey AFB in Puerto Rico, his next duty station. All the people crowded everywhere was freaky to country-raised kids, and the subway stations were full of tourist trap shops-I still have some blown glass miniature animals and other trinkets my dad bought for us.
When the cab we had taken to the hotel was nearly run down by a delivery truck pulling away from the curb-the cabbie leaned out of the open window, flipped the truck driver the bird and yelled wheah the f*** doya think you’re goin? in a thick NY accent-we all giggled, and that still defines NYC for me.
Last time I was in NY was in 1980, when my husband went to a seminar there-it was 10 times as crowded, smelly and noisy as I remembered, with tourist traps and street vendors every few feet-we could not wait to leave.
However, I do highly recommend keeping your wallet in your front pocket. While violent crime is rare, that doesn't mean you won't get your pockets picked. They work in teams and they are professionals.
Here’s a tip.
It’s a great view. Don’t go Christmas week.
Ha! I know how old you are. Same age as me! :-)
Canada has its share of tourist traps. The CN Tower on the Toronto waterfront comes vividly to mind.
Back in the day, I skipped it for Movenpick. Best buffet style restaurant I’ve ever been in my life. Fresh, steaming food to heap on one’s plate in endless variety.
It was the best time I had in Toronto and my native Montreal.
I get killed! My property tax is well over $1,000 a month and I pay income taxes in both CT and NY (as I'm based out of there). Not to mention all the other fees, fines and taxes that working people get saddled with around here. With my relo package, I'm probably going to pay six figures in taxes this year.
Coming from Massachusetts however, I guess I'm somewhat used to being oppressively taxed so that others can be idle. But yes, it's even worse down here. Hopefully my increased income will make up for it. I need to find a really good accountant to do my taxes. I don't think TurboTax or H&R Block is going to cut it this year!
New York is now the nation’s fourth most populous state. As recently as 1960, it was #1 to be surpassed by California a decade later.
I did the same when visiting St Peters in Rome. A guidebook I had said it opens at 7 am and that is the time to go. The tourists are still having breakfast then and you have only a small handful of people and priests who are conducting masses which you can join there at that time. Wait a couple of more hours and the touristic hordes arrive and completely change the place. It was great advice and seeing the sun stream through the front windows was sublime. You did have to wake up a bit early to do this but it was well worth it.
If you want to see anything popular buy a speed ticket well in advance or use your AAA membership to buy you early entry privileges long before the crowd shows up so you can really enjoy the attractions. The added cost is well worth skipping the hassle of waiting in lines and feeling like you’re doing more waiting than having vacation fun.
I’m very curious why you chose to write this piece - you live in CT and work in NYC. You must have known you were in trouble once your family suggested this. Are you just attacking our great city?
Last Christmas I took a British friend to see that damned tree. It was a miserable experience but I blamed my stupidity - not my beloved city.
You sir, are doing it right...
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