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...and I knew THAT town to be the Coney Island Hot Dog center of the Universe.
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Didn't find out 'til MUCH later that beef heart was the crucial "secret" ingredient
(I'm still in deep denial now about that -- and could STILL eat half-a-dozen at a
setting DESPITE that essential, you know... whatever it was that I can't remember
right now).
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A freakin' TON-and-a-half of finely chopped yellow onion, a
good smear of THIN
yellow mustard, both atop a healthy ladle of coney (not chili) sauce covering the
dog and bun.
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I once made a one-hour (EACH way) diversion about a quarter of the way through a
20-hour drive (in my more chemically adventurous days) JUST because of those hot
dogs. Unfortunately, BOTH the 24/7 downtown joints had decided years before to
close on Sundays.
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I'm STILL
HONGRY from that disappointing sidetrip.
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If I were stranded on a desert island and could have but one item to eat during
many years of castaway status, it might very well be those hot dogs. On that
diet, my life might have been very short, but it DEFINITELY would not have been
miserable.
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At least not at dinnertime.
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Did I convey the impression that I like Jackson Michigan Coney Island Hot Dogs?
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The image below is the closest I could find to what I remember -- except this
seems to be about half the onions used back then. Definitely not first-date food.
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