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George’s Coney Island – Worcester, Massachusetts

George’s Coney Island – Worcester, Massachusetts

On the way home from Lynn, Massachusetts, where I visited the greatest mural ever, I made a pit stop in Worcester to “eat here and get gas,” as it were. After filling up my tank I filled up my belly with the works (hold the onions).

What is Coney Island’s secret? The between-wars ambiance of the building. The unapologetically splendiferous sign. The secret chili sauce. The American love affair with the hot dog. All may have had a part to play in the business’ success…

ConeyIslandLunch.com

And a splendiferous sign, it is. The first time I ever saw it in a photograph online, I just knew one day I”d have to visit.

The hot dogs were tasty. As a matter of fact, I enjoyed them the whole 100+ mile back to the ferry. #heartburn

I enjoyed myΒ trip to Coney Island and I forsee stopping in again. They’ve been servin’ up dogs since 1918, so I guess plenty of people feel the same.

George’s Coney Island
158 Southbridge St.
Worcester, MA 01608

 

Sunday Check-In: Hello, Goodbye and a Hot Dog

Sunday Check-In: Hello, Goodbye and a Hot Dog

When people start sending messages to see if i’m still alive, I know it’s time to say hello. So… Hello, from icy-cold Long Island!

The weather here for the last few weeks hasn’t been conducive to making my brain want to get out and about. There are some winters in which I’m not daunted by the cold and am gung-ho to do a million things. This hasn’t been one of those.

I haven’t really been doing much of anything at all, really. Mostly lingering around the house. That is fairly uncharacteristic of me in the sense that I’ve volunteered to do it and haven’t lost my mind as a result of it. But the truth is, I’m just so fucking tired at times it’s almost painful. And so, I’ve been loafing.

A couple of weeks ago, I sold my ole Husky TE-310. Happy life, little Husky! We made the exchange in Brooklyn. Since we were in the neighborhood I got to stop by Coney Island. Though it was positively frigid with a cutting wind, Kenny and I grabbed a hot dog at Nathan’s and did a quick walkaround looking at couple of the murals.

Do you know how much a regular hot dog at Nathan’s Coney Island costs? $4.50!

I’m not really what you’d call a cheapskate or anything but something about a $4+ run o’ the mill hot dog struck me as kind of outrageous. Pretty sure you can buy a whole package of the same brand at the supermarket for that much.

Just another indicator that I’m getting old, I guess. A few weeks ago, I had to ask my daughter to help me “make the Netflix” on the TV. ::sigh:: It’s happening.

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to snap a nice photo of it but I did get to see the Greetings Tour Greetings from Coney Island mural.

I’d seen their mural in Waterbury, Connecticut at the tail end of 2016. As I went looking for the post, I realized I probably never shared it here. That’s an example of my blog getting derailed by Instagram. Instant gratification strikes again.

So that’s what I’ve been up to. I did go out for two rides in the last… two months, maybe? I’ll post some pics from those too, I s’pose. Maybe. I’ve got so many things I want to share that I become paralyzed and end up doing nothing, it seems.

The imagination machine is starting to crank up. I’ve been daydreaming about small town, America. Hopefully I’ll be getting out to see a few of them soon.

How’ve you been?

Coney Island

Coney Island

On Saturday we took a ride out to Coney Island. It was unusually warm, in the 50’s and it just seemed like the perfect opportunity to see this place that has been eating away at my subconscious for about 2 years now.

How I’ve managed to live so relatively close and yet have never encountered the visual wonder that is Coney Island is beyond me. It is like a feast for the eyes. Being able to experience it for the first time with what I’m sure is a miniscule fraction of summer visitors would be, was indeed a treat.

A tree grows in Brooklyn…

More pics to follow~

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