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« on: September 08, 2019, 10:42:10 PM »
Well, MB, Beautiful Downtown Newark (and I use the term loosely) in the early 1980's was about as warm and friendly as Hanoi during the Vietnam war. At the first festival back in 1983, there were so few guests staying there that the hotel shut down the affordable coffee shop Friday night and didn't open it again until Monday morning. I got hungry on Saturday and went out in search for food. I hadn't gotten very far when a very nice police officer stopped me and said that I really shouldn't be out there. I figured that he knew what he was talking about and I went back to the hotel and ate out of the candy machine for the rest of the weekend
To be fair, it wasn't all bad. There was a walkway from the Newark train station into the hotel so you never had to set foot in Newark proper. Big plus! Ironically, when they finally put a food court in the train station, that was the final convention in Newark for many years