That’s an overstatement, but it goes to show what a considerable contribution to the culinary and cultural landscape Greek-Americans have given us. Lou Mitchell’s in Chicago, George’s in Fairfield, Iowa, Mr. Filet in Des Moines, Lafayette and American Coney Islands in Detroit, just to name a few. Greek industriousness, hospitality, and its flavor, abounds.
On this sunny afternoon, I tried the namesake Coney Island hot dog. Simply, an all-meat-chili dog. Chopped onion and brown mustard are optional. The chili sauce is nothing more than seasoned ground beef, much like a Cincinnati-style chili, but not as saucy.
Washed down with a glass-bottle sugar 7 Up and I was a happy camper. My only regret was not having room to try their dozen-plus hot dog varieties, nor their sides of standard comfort food fare. A Coney slaw dog, with a side of baked beans and potato salad? Oh! How did I miss that?
|Photos from the Picasa Web Album: A respite in Galesburg|