Letter # 12 Coney Island.

I was excited to go to Coney Island and eat a dog! One of Nathans famous frankfurters! Founded by a pommy immgrant Nathan Handwerker in 1916 based on his wifes recipie.

There is plain, chilli, cheese, chilli and cheese, sauerkraut, red onions and salsa. Between the 5 of us we pretty much covered the lot and all agree that the plain with some sauce is the way to go and the lemonade is a given.

The gang.

While u are suffering the coldest winter in years, we are in the middle of a heat wave, Coney Island was so hot. Walking along the boardwalk felt like walking in the desert, not that I know what that is like but I imagine it to be similar. It is no place for a red head.

Coney Island boardwalk.

Other than eating frankfurters (I love that word) you can swim at the beach, play on the sand, thrill seekers can ride the rollercoasters, there is a museum, freak shows, burlesque and circus sideshows but we just ate our frankfurters, took some happy snaps and left (It’s actually a bit of a dump).

Roller coaster. No one would ride it with me.

The pier.