“Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in. “And go heavy on the sauerkraut. I’m a man who likes his cabbage loud.”
I thanked Ted and headed to the Hacienda. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog. It was a stretch, but I thought I could pull it off. I sat at the counter and waited. The guy behind the grill looked like he’d been hit in the face with a shovel and liked it. “What’ll it be?” he growled. Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5
“Exactly. But not just any sauerkraut. This is The Wurst brand. It’s only sold at one place in the city: 'The Hot Dog Hacienda' down on 4th and Main.” “Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in
The cook froze. He reached under the counter, but he wasn’t grabbing a bun. I dived over the counter, scattering relish like emerald rain. We tumbled into the kitchen, crashing through a wall of oversized mustard packets. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog