Next stop Coney Island. I’ve always wanted to go out there, but until now never really had the time or cooperative weather. Still unbearably hot out, but the ocean weather helped moderate things, or at least gave the illusion that it was cooler. Walked around Brighton Beach, fell behind by drooling over every Russian market and restaurant, and took pictures of everything. By the time we got to Coney Island proper, about all I could do was stand in the water hose on the beach and then drink beer.
I did get a Nathan’s hot dog. Precisely, a chili-cheese dog and it was superbly good. Certainly the best in NYC and of a quality that could challenge my beloved Pink’s in Los Angeles. The secret ingredient is the bun – high quality bread that’s just grilled enough to give it a slight toast texture on the inside to the whole thing doesn’t go to pieces from the juices of the dog.
