Most Coney Island visitors who stroll over to the original Nathan’s order a hot dog. I suppose that makes sense, given that that’s what it’s famous for, but I don’t fully understand it. I mean, you can get a hot dog literally anywhere in New York City; why get one at the beach? Instead, I encourage you to throw caution aside and do what I always do: Order raw clams on the half shell, along with a platter of fried frog’s legs. Plus a cold beer, of course.
As for the frog’s legs, I consider it a kind of duty to support those foods that are holdovers from an era when a lot more people probably ordered them. The hot dogs aren’t going anywhere, but the frog’s legs sure could be taken off the menu if we don’t keep the demand up. Beyond such philosophical motivations, they’re also legit good, plump little fatties. They taste just like chicken…if chicken spent a portion of its time living in water, like an amphibian.
