I spent all day yesterday watching TV. I don't feel guilty at all. It was raining and I had been up since 5:30 a.m, which is just wrong on a Sunday. It's Unholy.
Flipping though the channels, I came across "Uptown Girls". Not one to miss out on a Brittney Murphey movie, I decided to stay put.
Anyways . . . there's this scene where she drags the uptight Dakota Fanning to Coney Island to ride the tea cups. None of the rides are open. But she decides since they took the subway all the way to the end of Brooklyn, they should at least make it into Nathan's Hot Dogs, where she makes the little girl take a bite of a all beef kosher frank. mmmm.
It's true - television makes you do things. Ah, the power of suggestion. Since I can't just hop on the D Train down to Coney Island I did the next best thing. I headed to Raley's down the street and got some whole wheat hot dog buns, some brown mustard, and a pack of nathan's all beef kosher franks. mmmm.
It reminds me of the first time I went to New York City. I was staying with my friend LMY who had just moved to Brooklyn. We decided to venture off to Coney Island because I "just had to see it". It was freezing. Windy. And there was sleet all over the sidewalk which made me slip and slide. The rides were obviously closed since it was early January.
But . . . I guess no trip to New York in complete without heading to Coney Island and enjoying a hot dog. I mean, I always live off of hot dogs when I go there, but nothing compares to a Nathan's dog. Afterall, that's the dog those food eating champs chomp on.
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