It lives. The hot dog bun was secured for free from the street meat cart 60 feet from Alan’s falafel cart. Twenty-five steps and five minutes later three falafel balls were similarly provided for no charge by Alan. Twenty-five steps back to the street meat cart and the falafel-bun baby was slathered with ketchup, mustard and sauerkraut. The taste? It’s like trying to describe the color of the sky to a blind man. All I can say is that it was an unexpectedly perfect balance of flavors. The soft, supple hot dog bun was a welcome departure from the Jack Sprat of breads, the pita pocket. Chickpea and sauerkraut were murder buddies, just killin my tastebuds and sending them to heaven. Ketchup and mustard played it like sociopaths. You’d have no idea they started as a hot dog hat.
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