From the Niagara Falls Review:
It rears its head every summer in Niagara Falls like a visiting relative you’re ashamed of.
The ‘G’ word. Gouging.
If you’ve lived here long enough, you know the drill. You know what restaurants to skip. You know what areas to avoid when the snow melts. You know that for four or five months, the tourism sector will grab what they can to get through the lean winter months, like a bear stocking up before hibernation.
At least that’s how it appears to locals.