GOAT arcade game was//is Centipede (HM to Dragon's Lair, Robotron and Defender). When I Was a kid growing up in Greenville, I used to get $20 a week as an allowance. Every Saturday like clockwork, I would head to the bank and exchange the $20 bill for two fives and a roll of quarters, stop at 7//11 for a giant Slurpee and some form of snack food, then go dump all my quarters into the local cabinet.
It is still my dream to actually own one of the cabinets. I actually kinda feel bad for kids today. They will never know the joy of going to a traditional arcade. The dark, futuristic, neon lights, the smell of sweat mixed with the smells of fountain pop and various flavors of potato chips. The one high school kid who knew all the moves in either Street Fighter 2 or Mortal Kombat, who always had a crowd of grade and middle schoolers crowded around him, watching in venerated awe. And a host of other things, that would take too long to list. Man. Those. Those were the times. I'm 33 and I am almost too young to remember the real hay-day, but those days were awesome. I was lucky enough to have a subscription to Nintendo Power when I was young, and I was treated like royalty on the playground because of it