Here is a view of a Brit taking his first stab at a visit in NYC. It was funny to note the following paragrapgh:
It was the same at Coney Island, where ring-locked Hassidic Jews queued for cotton candy beside noble-looking Sikhs, giggly Chinese girls and gangs of baggy-jeaned Hispanics. At nearby Brighton Beach, we had lunch in Little Russia complete with a floozy waitress named Tanya and a hamburger called Lenin in Exile. In New York, honey, they really have shrunk the world.
Now I ask you did that cotton candy have a good hecsher?
