OOOOoooo, NOT “Big John”. The one with a cowboy with DT’s on the label. It has a kick-ass bouquet, and I dimly remember a raw oyster floated in it on a dare, but I wouldn’t really recommend it.
Unless you want an infamous photo of your honey face-down at the end of the evening with a l’il Santa figure gleefully placed in anticipation of next year’s Christmas card.
The ride is short and the thrills are cheap- Men and rollercoasters. - - -Courtesy of Wally, that Signifying Guy.