The Chocolate Bar — Local services in Paradise

Being strong and fairly awesome people my son and I decided that we would stand legs-apart, lumberjack like, to challenge the New York roller coaster to a mano-a-mano. We laughed at its pinkness, and occasional redness where it was new, but mostly pinkness. We puzzled over the oddly irrelevant instructions about virtual reality headsets. Had we already put them on? Were we not in Vegas at all? But enough, to the ride.

We paid our $15 each. Our server very thoughtfully gave us the opportunity to give her a tip for pressing the button so nicely. We considered it briefly before remembering that we are British, and British people only tip in extreme circumstances. We don't even pay our doctors, for goodness sake.

We zig-zagged our way through the hopelessly optimistic metal-gated maze-like line, approaching the yellow throbbing beast that was to catapult us across the New York skyline. Never had we felt more full of testosterone. Visitors to the casino nudged each other and pointed at our passing. hands across their mouths, hardly able to believe our manly swagger. A strange quiet fell across the casino as momentarily all eyes fell upon us, twitchy hands stilled as they briefly parted company from glowing buttons.

Lap bars on. Neck bars lowered. The sign on the seat in front of us warning us earnestly to keep our head and neck against the headrest at all times. AT ALL TIMES.

Then it began.

Imagine, if you dare, being sat in a cardboard box, dragged across a cobbled street (a street you might find in Edinburgh perhaps). while hooligans and thugs beat you around the head and neck with rubber truncheons shouting "Keep your head against the headrest!" as the box lurched and juddered. The immutable laws or physics dragging our heads repeatedly away from the headrest.

Suddenly the VR headsets made sense. None of this was real, the hurtling, upside down, downside up, skyline, the punishing heat of Summer in Vegas, the screams of the other solitary rider a few seats back, the clank of metal against metal.

The only reality was the pain in my shoulders and neck as the brutal Scottish Caber-wielding, box dragging, post-pub good-time-had-by-all gang pummeled me and my son for two minutes.

And then, and then, well, then, it finished. We fumbled our way out of the restraints, stumbled back towards the siren call of the slots and poker tables. The admiring onlookers vanished back into the crowd, unimpressed at our pitiful...

YOU COULD NOT PAY ME TO GO ON THIS RIDE AGAIN. The Big Apple Coaster was so bad that I was motivated to make my very first online review. I have absolutely no idea how the seat design was ever approved and how it is allowed to continue like nothing is wrong. I have ridden every single ride in the state of Florida, which has hundreds of rides. I have never seen a ride seat design even close to the one on this rollercoaster. They use two individual bars that jut out on each side of your neck. The rollercoaster is very janky as it is, causing you to constantly rock back and forth aggressively in your seat. Therefore, your delicate neck and jaw line is continuously being shoved and smashed into these two bars throughout the entire ride. The entire time I was yelling out in pain and could not WAIT for the ride to end. I couldn’t even focus on the views or the different turns or drops, because I was trying my hardest to keep my neck from smashing into the bars, but it was totally impossible given the design. My neck and jawline were literally sore for a couple of hours after the ride. I am 22 and have ridden on the most intense rollercoasters and rides there are and love them, but this experience was downright painful due to completely incompetent design. I would highly recommend them to look into and alter this neglectful seat design. I am literally baffled at how this design is legal and hasn’t forced a re-design yet. I wish I read the 1 star reviews before I rode, because I read many reviews where people got concussions and whiplash from this ride. I can’t believe anyone could enjoy this ride or give it a 5 star review unless they love pain. I wrote this review because I am SERIOUSLY CONCERNED about...

The Big Apple Coaster of New York Casino has been on my Vegas bucket list for many years now, I don't know why, but I just knew that I wasn't coming to Vegas without riding a Rollercoaster that's located on the roof of one of the strips casino's and stands out as one of the most iconic coasters in the country.

As appealing as the coaster is by looks, and fame, the actual ride just isn't that fantastic.

Twenty dollars, a pop, which is fairly steep in itself is probably well over priced. There was four of us, and to justify nearly a hundred dollars for our parties ride of just a few minutes for that amount just seemed way to expensive.

The ride itself is bumpy and uncomfortable, the coaster applies a beating to the body, and moves at such a pace of speed, twist, and turns, that if you've ridden the ride for views, you might as well forget it.

I'd recommend the $1 locker at beginning of ride so you can safely store belongings, and too, you'd be smart and quicker to buy your tickets online, giving you an advantage of the line which can at times get quite lengthy.

All in all, the ride looks incredibly appealing, it's iconic status, in the Vegas skyline, is enough to drag you in, but, it hardly holds water to the entertainment level of the actual ride. It lacks excitement, comfort, and isn't cost friendly in a place where there's probably much better things you could be spending your money on, especially if you're a larger group.

I wouldn't deter anyone from the ride, it's worth the one time pass to experience and say you've done it, but, it's nothing that I'll rush to do again after having been able to say I'd...