Coney Island Dinner

Ugh what a disaster! I mean, I should have known better. The red, vinyl, Coca-​Cola décor EVERYWHERE on top of the «Main Street USA» pictures on the wall should have been a sign to turn my back and run. But I was starving and I figured «how can they screw up a hot dog?» Well, let me tell you how.
First of all, the service was abominable. The girl behind the counter huffed and puffed that the other girl wasn’t behind the counter, waited for her to come back, and then ended up writing our order down herself anyway. Why bother writing it down? We ordered two formules (hot dog+fries+drink), it should have been on the counter in front of us in under three minutes. Well no, no, no, we sat at our table for roughly ten minutes as the two «servers» ran back and forth from behind the counter to the back room about ten times. WHAT COULD THEY POSSIBLY HAVE BEEN DOING? I mean, this shouldn’t be hard: stick a hot dog on a bun, put some fries in the deep fryer and Bingo! But no, we sat there and waited as I grew more and more nauseated by the awful surroundings. I nearly finished my Dr. Pepper (props for that) by the time the hot dogs were placed on the table.
I opted only for crunchy onions on top of my dog instead of the usual Coney Island toppings of sauerkraut, crunchy onions, pickles, relish, mustard and honey mustard (what? what American puts all that crap on their hot dog? Aren’t we losing site of what this is about?). I could barely see my dog hidden between the GIANT, bready bun they gave me. Adding to this challenge was the fact that my dog was roughly the same color as the bun, a pathetic pale shade of pink; a flacid disgusting hot dog lacking any sort of crunch in the skin or flavor in general. I ended up dousing the entire thing with ketchup and stepping up to the challenge (of eating). I gave up after three french fries which were really no better than something you’d get at Picard and heat up at home.
Aside from the fact that the food was awful, their 5 or so employees were going in and out of the restaurant during our entire 30 minute experience, not to mention constantly going in to the back room for god knows what reason. It was so terribly disorganized. This was so far from anything resembling an American experience, it made my skin crawl. Plus Coney Island DINNER doesn’t make any sense!!! Did they mean DINER? Why does this «diner» also serve Poutine? Are we in Canada or America? Why don’t they serve chili-​cheese hot dogs?
I’m just so confused and outraged…
ET POUR CEUX QUI LISENT QUE EN FRANCAIS,
Evitez ce restau qui est loins d’une experience américaine.