Yuck, I've come to this location 3-4 times when I get the urge to have a giant hotdog, and every time I leave saying I'll never be back. But give it a year or two and I forget and I go back and get grossed out again.
This time I walked in and there was no one in the restaurant, that should be a sign that it's time to go. (Not just customers, I'm talking cashiers, cooks, manager.... No one) after about two minutes, the cashier comes out from the back and takes my order, I ordered two sausage dogs and a drink, and then I sat down (at basically the nearest table), A few minutes goes by, and he brings out my tray and set it on the counter 4-5 feet from me and calls out the order "two sausage dogs".... (Two things; one, I am an entire 5 feet away why not just bring it to me, and two, I am literally the only other person in the building, I don't think that there was going to be any confusion as to who's order was ready, it's just so unbelievably impersonal, why not even "here's your order sir", or "here's your food", heck "ready" is more acceptable. The only thing that would make it slightly more kafkaesque would be to yell out "Order 267, your food is ready..."
Sofar it's been just strange, not disgusting, but because they have what looks to be 4 gallons of spicy mustard on top, I didn't really check the hot dogs to see if they had been made in Egyptian times and then mummified, I just figured it would be a hot dog.
Boy I was wrong...
I bit into it and it snapped not unlike a slim Jim.
That's OK when you're expecting to buy the into a meat stick, it's not acceptable when you're expecting to bite into a hot dog. After traveling off as much of the mustard as I could I realized that the hotdog actually looked somewhat like the exceptionally wrinkly finger of a 98-year-old woman from Fort Lauderdale. I was exceptionally hungry and so not wanting to hassle with someone who obviously didn't like their job, I just ate as much as I could stand, but near the other end, I gave up as it turned more and more into a piece of hot dog jerky, and I gave up, spit out the junky end and went to leave; trying to find a trashcan to throw away this mess.
But they don't have them because you leave the food on the table, and the cashier told me so, at the end of which he asked how was it? To which I answered not at all good, and he proceeded to say, yeah, they looked pretty dry, which yet once again boggles my mind as he was obviously aware of the problem, decided to serve the food anyways, and then not bat an eye when someone says that the food is not good.
But best of all is that after telling him that the food is not good, to which he answered that he knew it was not good, he basically shrugged his shoulders and was like what are you going to do, no apologies, no can I make something else for you, just basically the equivalent of "Yep, I don't care, that was some pretty bad food!"
So, Webster James Coney Island, never again will I eat your hot dogs, (at least not for another 2-3 years when I forget this experience, try this location out, and leave regretting it again. read more