As I’ve mentioned here before, I have an odd fascination with hot dogs. The name “hot dog” really spans a huge amount of territory, ranging from cheap generic hot dogs (which really don’t do anything for me), to all sorts of regional specialties like the Chicago Dog and the Coney Island dog.
Coney Island dogs, in particular, have always fascinated me since (a) they seem to mostly be clustered in areas that arent's New York's Coney Island (although there are many "Coney Islands". coney is just a name for "rabbit"), and (b) there is something oddly compelling about both the hot dog itself and the places that serve it.
George's Coney Island in Worcester, MA is definitely one of these places. Standing out like a beach on its block on Southbridge, this this just oozes ambiance. This giant neon sign. The art deco style motif. The tired, wooden booths. The giant grill with dozens of dogs on it. And, the line of people patiently queueing for their dogs.