Please Let This Be True
I was strolling down the street in East Lansing the other evening and when walking past the old Taco Bell building, I spotted this harbinger of joy on the front window:
Please let this be true. As a suburban Detroit native, I grew up eating at National Coney Island restaurants. Things got even better when the big 24 hour place went up in Roseville, granting my high school cronies and I great place to hang out. Then one opened up minutes from my parents’ place and things got even better.
I suffered without my beloved National for too long while on the West side of the State during my Grand Valley State days. It was a sad state of affairs.
Thankfully, Lansing has its fair share of excellent chili dog places, so I have not suffered here. But as good as they are, they still aren’t the same as National. There was always something special about National, even the small place they had at Lansing Mall in the old food court (don’t know if they still have one, I doubt it).
When I was younger and still drank pop, I would always order a Coke in a styrofoam cup go wash down my chili dogs. Coke always tasted better in their styrofoam cups for some reason. Can’t explain it.
This reminds me, I need to stop at a National next time I’m back in the D. It has been too long. I’ll break my pseudo-diet and get a chili dog. Mmmm. Chili dog.
Holy crap! Is that what that’s for? Our very own National Coney Island would be fantastic. I love Sparty’s and that place in Lansing Mall was great, but there’s nothing quite like the National.
Yeah! Kind of funny it’ll be in an old Taco Bell, but I can’t wait. I love National.