Lunch at "the Office" in Scranton, Coney Dog Style. Or, how about Dallas?

Post by Brian Castellani

Okay, so those of us who are fans of British humor or, here in the states, watch The Daily Show, know that the American version of The Office takes place in Scranton Pennsylvania.  And, like Cleveland, Scranton gets a bad wrap.

So, before discussing the food for this post, a bit of history is necessary. 

Coal Son, It's all about the Coal

Scranton and its history are grounded in COAL.  It's all about the coal, Son, and how coal helped fuel the industrial revolution in the United States.  My grandfathers, on both my mother and father's side, were coal miners, and my Dad's father died in a coal mining accident when my Dad was just nine.  It is a tough, no-nonsense, democratic, blue-collar town--Vice President Biden's family is from here--with lots of first and second generation immigrants: Italians, Irish, Slovaks, Brits, etc. 

For example, my Dad's father is first-generation Italian (Spoleto, Italy); my Dad's mother is second-generation British (Lincolnshire, UK) and both of my mother's parents are first-generation Slovaks, coming to the states from Bratislava (Slovakia), via the Danube river and Vienna.  These folks were part of the massive immigration wave of the early 1900s; and they were the ones who suffered the Great Depression, World War I and World War II and spent the 1940s and 1950s building the second wave of middle-class America. 

However, since the collapse of industry, the move away from coal, and the onset of post-industrialism, Scranton has, to put it mildly, struggled.  According to The Guardian, circa July 2012, Scranton was close to bankruptcy, with an estimated 5,000 dollars in the bank account---click here to read more. 

Presently, my parents are living in Pittston, located between Scranton and Wilkes-Barre, the other major coal-mining, industrial city, just down the road.  Pittston was a major hub for coal and rail--all of which went "bust" by the 1970s.  At present, the median household income in Pittston is $27 thousand, with 62 percent of families living below the poverty line.  On the hill where my parents live, for example, about 20 years ago, basements regularly collapsed due to the vacant mine shafts located below.  Wow!  Can you imagine.

Skyline of Pittston, PA

History and Beauty are in the Eyes of the Beholder

But, do not let these statistics throw you.  These towns (and, more generally, this region of the country) were once the center of the 1900s industrial world, with all things new and innovative and exciting happening--downtowns, grocery stores, trains, cars, movie theaters, universities, new ways of immigration, and so forth.  The result is a rich, rich history waiting to be uncovered---but only if you are patient and willing to tilt your head slightly to the side to "see things anew."  For example, as the above picture of the skyline of Pittston shows, Pittston is, in many ways, as historically beautiful as many of the small towns I have visited in Eastern and Western Europe.

There are times, for example, when I go back to visit my parents and "going back" in time is exactly what it feels like.  There are towns and neighborhoods here that look and feel as if time forgot them, trapped in the 1920s or the 1950s or the 1970s.  

Case in point: The Coney Island Texas Lunch in downtown Scranton.

Located down a nondescript side road in the heart of the city, the Coney Island has been serving the same great food for over 90 years. As stated on their website, 

It all started out in 1923 when Steve Karampilas (at right), having left Greece three years earlier, set up shop as a tenant in the basement of a circa 1865 building in downtown Scranton on the corner of Cedar and Lackawanna Avenues. He named his luncheonette Coney Island Texas Lunch and did what he knew best, serving affordable and quality food to hard working friends--click here to read more.

All good dogs go to heaven

My Dad and I usually go there for lunch, after "tooling around" in the city.  What makes it so good are the ingredients.  The Coney sauce is good product, so it doesn't burn a hole in your stomach; neither are you 'tasting it' as they say, five hours later.  Just good old fashioned dogs with sauce, great fries, and root-beer on the side--and don't forget lots of napkins!  This stuff is not something you want to chance eating with a nice, new shirt.

And, for reasons that are not entire clear to me--other than he is insane--my Dad always likes to drive while eating these things.  It makes for a cheap thrill!!!  Anyway, bon appétit!  

This place gets THREE SOUPS

Below are a few pictures of us shoving food in our faces.  

Yes, my Dad is freaking driving while shoving this in his face--and don't forget the drink between his legs or the fact that he is not even watching the road

My Mom could care less that we are about to run into a wall, as she is in Coney Island heaven

Ruby, my daughter, is chowing down as our car somersaults down the road

Meanwhile, on the side of the country, Pho Boy Rob sent along these pictures of him and his family chowing down at a similarly awesome BBQ joint in Dallas Texas.... 

It's called Peggy Sue's and it is near Southern Methodist University.

YEEEEE HAAAA!!!!!!

This place gets THREE SOUPS