I still remember my first trip to the Atlantic City boardwalk. The sea air was sweet with salt, fried dough, and nostalgia. I’d heard stories, seen a few episodes of Boardwalk Empire, and figured I’d get some sun, maybe a funnel cake. But what I had not expected was to be swept up in a city whose past was brighter than the lights that lit up the city skyline. My weekend getaway had suddenly turned into a thorough study of the history of Atlantic City, and to be honest, I never looked at the place the same again.
Where the Past Walks Beside You
As I strolled upon the wooden planks of the boardwalk on my independent journey, I tried to imagine what it was like in 1870—the year it was built. I’d heard that it was initially used to keep sand from hotel lobbies, but today, it’s one of the most iconic stretches in the country. There’s a weird kind of time travel happening here. One minute, you’re in a kitschy souvenir shop; the next, you’re standing in front of an old photo showing bathing suits from 100 years ago.
The Haunting Glamour of the Claridge
I was at the Claridge Hotel, one of the older buildings still standing proudly along the coast. Built in 1930, it earned the nickname “Skyscraper by the Sea.” My window offered a stunning ocean view—perfect for a pleasant afternoon of quiet reflection and, rather humorously, imagining bootleggers stealthily unloading crates in the dead of night. The hotel blends modern touches with nostalgic charm, but the elevators still creak just enough to whisper that this place has secrets.
Whispers of Prohibition
One of the highlights of my trip was a Prohibition-themed walking tour. Our guide, a longtime Atlantic City resident and gossip who enjoys fishing, led us to historic stomping grounds and hidden corners where deals were struck. She told us about Enoch “Nucky” Johnson, the infamous political boss who ruled the town during Prohibition.
I never thought of bootlegging until I was standing outside the old Ritz, envisioning whiskey barrels rolled down moonlit nights. It was not just a criminal enterprise, it was one of control, influence, and living. Prohibition years found the city flowing freely, all under Nucky’s iron handshake.
Miss America and Marketing Magic
A few blocks off the boardwalk, I visited the site of the inaugural Miss America Pageant. I’d always assumed it was a case of tiaras and prom dresses, but it started in 1921 as a way to keep tourists in town after Labor Day—and it succeeded. Thousands attended to watch contestants strut the boardwalk in swimwear, much to the amusement—and frustration—of locals. It felt like chasing the past, imagining what it must have been like to witness the spectacle firsthand.
Standing there, I could see how smart Atlantic City has always been to draw attention. From beauty queens to blackjack, they know how to put on a show.
Casino Dreams and Economic Realities
I spent one night at Caesars. The casino was everything you’d expect—flashing lights, hopeful faces, the jingle of slot machines. But talking to a few longtime employees gave me another perspective. Many of them remembered when casino gambling was legalized in the late ’70s. For a while, it felt like the city had been reborn.
They also frankly spoke of the challenges. Competition from other states hurt. Certain casinos shut their doors. There was a loss of tourism. But the locals? They hung around. They kept on pressing. Atlantic City is not nice, but it’s gritty, dedicated, and still standing.
A Quick Bite and a Local Chat
I had lunch at White House Sub Shop, a tiny place that’s been operating since 1946. There you find tourists, casino staff, and retired boxers standing in line together. When I bit into a gargantuan veggie sub, the man sitting next to me chatted with me. He’d spent his whole life living in the city.
He said, “You know, people come here for the boardwalk and forget we’ve got real neighborhoods. We’ve got stories. We’ve got pride.”
He wasn’t wrong. As flashy as the city is, its strength lies in its people. And people in Atlantic City contribute to the overall city’s feel, especially for tourists like me who are away from home. It’s that genuine warmth and character that make the experience here more than just a vacation—it’s a connection to something real.
Exploring the Edges
I wandered away from the overpopulated sections and found myself near the Chelsea area, which portrays the history of Atlantic City. It was different—quieter, more residential, less touristy. I saw kids playing ball, neighbors saying hello, and murals celebrating local history. It was there that I realized Atlantic City is not somewhere to just visit. It’s a living city with a history that goes beyond what most tourists ever get to experience.
I also have to mention—Atlantic City is one of the most affordable cities. For a beach town, housing is surprisingly within everyone’s reach. That’s unheard of today, especially for a town that has oceanfront views and a history as rich as this one.
Street Art and New Stories
The city is evolving again. On Tennessee Avenue, I came across colorful new cafes, art galleries, and small shops trying to write a new chapter. A shop owner told me, “We’re not waiting for a rescue plan. We’re building this for ourselves.” That was the kind of attitude that brought back all the stories I’d heard throughout the weekend—bootleggers, pageant queens, and blackjack dealers. Amidst the changes, it struck me that this could also be one of the best places to find peace, with its blend of vibrant new energy and the quiet moments found in its hidden corners.
Why the History of Atlantic City Still Feels Alive
Walking to my hotel that evening, it hit me. The history of Atlantic City isn’t locked in glass at a museum. It’s out there in the air, in the boardwalk, in the street names, and in the stories passed from one citizen to another. You feel it when you walk by a worn sign or order a drink at a bar that has been open for 70 years. This is not a city that forgets. It remembers everything—the glory, the scandal, the heartbreak, the hustle, preserving the past while building the future.
Still Standing, Still Shining
My Atlantic City weekend left me with something more than sand between my toes and a few pounds from too many subs. It left me with a peek at a city that’s always been more than meets the eye. The history of Atlantic City is wild, unapologetic, and one of a kind. It’s a survival tale, a reinvention tale, and a showman’s tale. And as long as the boardwalk exists, that tale isn’t over yet.
About the author:
John Harrison, a traveler, writer, and a marketing specialist at Van Express Movers NJ, gaining firsthand experience in moving and exploring numerous cities across the U.S. This unique role allowed him to delve into the rich history of many other iconic destinations, capturing the essence of each place through his journeys.