YOU PEOPLE HAVEN'T HAD A HOT DOG!!!!!
There is a place just 30 miles away from here called Coney Island. It is run by a third generation Greek. His grandfather opened this hole-in-the-wall cafe close to a century ago here in the middle of Nebraska.
I would go there everyday when I worked in the downtown of the town it is in. THIS FOOD IS PURE MANNA!!!!!! THE FOOD OF THE GODS!!!
The coney sauce (DONT CALL IT A CHILI DOG) is a recipe passed down from the generations which the grandfather came up with when he first emigrated to New York years and years ago.
When you go in you order how many coneys you want, along with homemade, cut-and-fried-right-there shoestring french fries, and a thick shake delivered to your table filled to the brim in the stainless steel mixerflask!!!
And the waitresses don't come back to your table with your bill.. they come over and ask how many more you want.
They come slathered in sauce..steamed hotdogs, drenched in sauce, mustard and onions... PURE FOOD OF THE GODS..did I say that??? I am now drooling just thinking about it.
If you ever find yourself near Grand Island, Nebraska.. stop in... YOU WILL NOT BE DISAPPOINTED!!!!
