I’ve always thought of the period between the Fourth of July and Labor Day as “high summer” — when it’s bright and hot and time to consume all of the great summer foods. Like corn on the cob, and root beer floats . . . and coneys. So today, on our way to the library, Kish and I stopped off at Village Coney, on Whittier, for lunch. I ordered two coneys with cheese, fries, and a Diet Pepsi and got a cookie as a bonus.
Although I ordered two coneys, I consumed three of them when Kish decided one was enough for her. I initially declined the extra coney, but with the lingering taste of the cheese and chili sauce of the first two coneys, which were excellent, the lure of the third coney proved to be irresistible. The fries were really good, too.
Bring on the High Summer!