By the Way: James Coney Island + Banana Splits

For Fathers' Day Steve requested lunch at James Coney Island. Even more than two Originals (make that a hot dog smothered with chili, cheese, and onions while cradled in a soft warm white bun) or a Frito Pie with said chili, cheese, and onions--there was the strategy. If we ate out, Steve wouldn't get stuck at the sink behind mounds of dishes, pots, and paraphernalia from a home-cooked celebration.

BTW--For most of our 40 years together, my man has stepped up to help. "You did all the cooking. The least I can do is help with the clean-up." That's his philosophy. Maybe he heard that a man is rarely shot while doing the dishes . . .. No truer words have ever been spoken. But since there aren't any weapons in our house, that's probably not why he voluntarily stands over the sink filled with Ivory Liquid and hot water.

Over the last year or so, my hero has suffered with back pain exacerbated by the way he stands at the sink. It's not the simulated drama of a supposed foul in the FIFA World Cup. There's no grabbing, writhing, screaming, contorting, and then getting up to continue merrily on; it's Tylenol and a heating pad straight way.

In any case, the man wanted him some James Coney Island! Who was I to argue?

Here's my Top Dog.

It was also a chance to introduce Cecilia to yet another Texas tradition. She has cooked Brazilian hot dogs (Cachorro Quinte) and they're delicious. But the iconic linoleum floor, formica-topped tables, tiled walls, and vinyl covered booths of JCI add some kitsch to this Texas fast food dining experience.

Server Steve Jr's hand delivers an order
while Daniel grabs all the ketchup cups.

No food passed the lips of His Twoness

but he had fun anyway.

A tasty lunch for (almost) everyone to celebrate 38 years of fatherhood. On the drive back, Hunka Cheese and his Homey checked out some good books.

Doesn't he look like the cat that ate the canary . . .
a car in each hand and his favorite uncle too!

Meanwhile, back at the ranch . . . we visited for a little bit to let our lunch settle. Then I broke out the fixin's for Banana Splits. No pictures. Forgive me--there was chocolate involved.