College Park Coney Island
Summer has crashed in on the Atlanta scene and with it have come the perennial certainties: We will all suffer the intolerable humidity, our favorite bought-air-blasting taverns will become more crowded than usual as 9-to-5ers rush to get a cool afternoon people-watching spot, and I will develop a ravenous hunger for chili cheese dogs. I blame it on baseball season. With no ticket in hand and not wanting to endure another lackluster dog at the Varsity, I headed down Metropolitan to College Park Coney Island. Sure, it's in a spot that some Atlantans would consider the ghetto, but what's a little sketch in the face of good grub? After all, it's not Stewart Avenue anymore, it's Metropolitan (say it with me kids, MET-RO-POL-I-TAN), so all the hookers are gone. College Park Coney Island, which aptly delivered a most phenomenal snack, was completely worth the trip. "It's the all-beef hotdogs," confided Lorenzo, the friendly owner who hails from Motown. "It’s something," I said, as I savored the toasted bun and perfectly melted cheese. My joy only grew when I paid for the thing. At less than $2 a pop, I dare anyone to find a better deal on a chili laden wiener. Who knew such scrumptious and cheap bites were hiding out in the 'hood?