Terminal Arcade
When I lived in Terre Haute, Indiana this was the bus terminal and a hangout for the homeless and those up to no good. The police pretty much stayed away. When a new bus terminal was built a mile away it only got seedier. Next door there was a dive diner called "Coney Island" which offered a basic weiner and burger menu. Friends and I loved to go there late at night and order "two chokers and a bowl of death", and that is exactly what we would tell the sweaty, large waitresses. It was code for two chili dogs and a bowl of chili. Much to my dismay Coney Island and the building which housed it were gone.
Terminal Arcade
When I lived in Terre Haute, Indiana this was the bus terminal and a hangout for the homeless and those up to no good. The police pretty much stayed away. When a new bus terminal was built a mile away it only got seedier. Next door there was a dive diner called "Coney Island" which offered a basic weiner and burger menu. Friends and I loved to go there late at night and order "two chokers and a bowl of death", and that is exactly what we would tell the sweaty, large waitresses. It was code for two chili dogs and a bowl of chili. Much to my dismay Coney Island and the building which housed it were gone.