“ So amusement park food, by its very nature, is generally disgusting. Stomach turning, chemically-altered bad. Existence-of-God-questioningly bad. That kid’s soggy spaghetti during the bathtub scene in Harmony Korine’s ‘Gummo’ bad. If some Final Destination-style Rube Goldberg vision of a roller coaster catastrophe doesn’t already haunt you, tepid stormy-gray ground ‘beef’ will surely get you twisted. It’s an afterthought within a framework of family entertainment, easy to serve out of retractable windows and with handsome margins to pay those engineers who ensure you don’t injure yourself on the Cyclos. But there’s gotta be something not totally gnarly here, no? By King... Read More