Park and I did eat Coney Island hot dogs back on our trip in 2008, but as I mentioned in the previous post, we have no photographic evidence. Funny story, though, we wound up in Coney Island on the night we were supposed to have dinner at a French restaurant near Central Park with my cousin — the renowned New York City Opera conductor — Ted Wayne Taylor. However, we got turned around in the subway and rode all the way out to Coney Island by mistake.
I called him, apologizing profusely, but he was amazingly calm about it. He told us to go grab a hot dog, stroll around the boardwalk, and meet him at 9 p.m. for a late supper.
So we did, and it was amazing. Our late supper at the French restaurant was even better. It was unlike anything we had ever experienced before. The restaurant had wide windows that could be opened onto the sidewalk, and that’s where we sat, with glittering candle light and music wafting down on us. Park was thoroughly impressed.
Jason and I planned our excursion to Coney Island. After walking across the Brooklyn Bridge (#81 on this List), we took the subway south to Coney Island. Since we were traveling in January, we arrived to find the Boardwalk eerily empty.
But Nathan’s Hot Dogs was making swift trade, so we went in and got ourselves a hot dog with all the stuff on it.
