Hi friends,
I like hotdogs. I’m not ashamed to say it. Every now and again I get a total craving that just HAS to be fed. I suppose I could open a bag of dogs from the grocery store, but where’s the fun in that? On days like today, I head into Mobile and get a taste of Chicago. That’s right. Chicago. There’s a little place in town called Al’s Hot Dogs. It’s run by a guy named . . . you got it . . . Al. He hails from the Windy City, and from the looks (and taste) of it, I think he must have had one of those hotdog stands downtown. You know the type I’m talking about. If you’ve ever been to any downtown, in any relatively big (to giant) city, then you’ve at least seen them. I’m talking about the guy with the cart at some street corner.
Going into Al’s is kind of like bringing a hotdog cart inside and turning it into a sit-down café. Yum! He even serves the dogs in a paper tray and piles whatever your particular choices on top.
I think I’m gonna go get a hotdog.
Mad
