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By Susan Brustman, Guest Columnist
When you live in New York, pretty much everything tastes better in the summer.
I remember my dad giving me $5 to get whatever I wanted at Nathan’s in Coney Island. That was a helluva lot of money back in the day.
I’d go first for the hot dog — popped off a sizzling grill and served in really fresh, warm, soft bun with onions, slightly sweet sauerkraut and Gulden’s mustard — incredibly crisp French fries, cut with a serrated edge to hold the salt and ketchup and served overflowing in a paper cone – a flat little hamburger with a delicious beefy bite, buried in an avalanche of griddled onions with a touch of sweet pickle relish on a smushy slightly toasted hamburger bun – and, of course, a humongous icy purple grape drink to wash it all down.
A family dinner
It helped that this was a family affair, with my mother, father, sister and I scurrying off in different directions to get our food then meeting in the middle to savor it all together.
The night air — fragrant with cotton candy, steamed corn and frying onions, and the distant sound of a calliope in the background — did much to enhance the experience.
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Susan Brustman is president of Brustman Carrino Public Relations in Miami, Fl.