Ball Park Frankenstein
The ever-dwindling options for hot dogs at Shea Stadium shouldn’t be much cause for concern. Once that purple eye sore is relegated to the trash heap it so deserves one can only imagine that fans in the primo seats will be treated to Kobe beef dogs served on silver platters by butlers in blue and orange. However, in the meantime we’re left with Nathan’s (which bumped Kahn’s when the Cyclones came to Coney Island) or Glatt Kosher (only available at the far right-field food court, which spruced up the house that Kranepool built after the ’86 championship). We had the misfortune to sample a Glatt Kosher dog recently, and if the crazed Hasids who make these tube steaks answer to a higher power it’s one who’s never eaten a decent dog. This thing was soggy and overly thick, like a roll of SPAM wrapped in baloney. This is what the food court, once the crown jewel of Shea’s culinary offerings, has been reduced to: Bad Kosher and a Dunkin’ Donuts. Bring on the wrecking ball; if only to end this wiener abomination.
