When you live in a (near?) World-class city, spinning rides and heaping plates of fried carbs served in a blistering parking lot seems like a tough draw.
It is. The D.C. Summer Carnival was posted up outside RFK Stadium for a week. Because I run and bike on the Anacostia Riverwalk Trail frequently, I got several first-hand looks at the “carnival.” Pretty poor attendance, though perhaps things perked up at night. When a Washingtonian can see five professional sports leagues year-round, any kind of music you can imagine, eat at fantastic restaurants and visit some of the best museums on the globe, even fried Oreos are a tough sell.
Channeling my inner 14-year-old, I imagine a typical night loitering in Chinatown would be significantly more exciting than riding the Gravitron.