While at Coney Island, we were indeed having a devil of a time finding passable food to eat. I can usually eat any manner of deep fried stuff, but I ordered some chicken and ended up dumping it because it had a distinct freezer flavor to it.
THEN, I see a decent-looking pizza at one of these joints, right out of the oven and I order a slice, so the guy takes an old slice off a pile of old slices and puts it in a toaster oven then hands this dried up pizza husk to me. "Why can't I have a slice of that good-looking pizza?" I ask. "That's our display pizza," he replies!!!
Pizza bait and switch! I demanded a slice of the display pizza.
The moral: Reports of Coney Island's rebirth are greatly exaggerated. The beach is okay, but bring your own food.