There’s nothing like a New York hotdog. Those all-beef delights served at rolling carts are my weekend lunch providers - I sometimes get two so that I can have one for dinner.
I was feeling frivolous the last time I visited my favourite hotdog cart. I danced down the street, singing along to a tune blaring from my ear buds, my mouth already starting to water. Clark, my hotdog maestro, gave me a quick hug before we got down to business: bun, dog, relish, ketchup, mustard, ‘kraut, onions.
“Clark! Relish me again!”
He laughed and poured more on.
Mmmm. Perfection.
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