We're not sure if a coney dog is a dinner so to speak. It's more of a snack, or future heart burn, or drunken decision. Whatever you call it, it's damn tasty. The other thing about a coney dog is that people love to write about it (or sometimes debate about it) when they aren't eating it. So, here's another one, another blog that writes about our beloved coney dog.
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Welcome to Detroit — land and birthplace of the coney island hot dog.
The dogs you'll find in Detroit are generally the most authentic in the
state with chopped pungent onion, a soupy beef chili, yellow mustard
and an encased beef hot dog in bun. I cheat a little by adding cheese to
my dog (but never ketchup).
The dog at Lafayette, a vintage and
unchanging coney dog venue in the city since around 1930, is my dog of
choice. I prefer it to that of its red-white-blue rival next door at
American Coney Island.
For one, the dogs at Lafayette have a mean
snap to when you bite into it (not rubbery or floppy like most). The
chili, is slightly sweet with a dash of cinnamon but mostly it's the
cumin that makes the sauce unique to the area. Plus, there's the
atmosphere of orders shouted out, a bathroom that feels as if you've
entered a submarine and the showmanship of the servers (although our
server dropped his arm-load of fries and dogs when we went — something
I've never seen in 15 years of going).
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