When I was still in school in the 80th, there was a new Hotdog seller at the coach station. They had some buns which tasted like an old sponge. They shoved these buns on a pointed rod to make a hole, then squirted a tiny amount of ketchup in there, followed by a thin lukewarm awful tasting sausage with gristle bits in it. I loved the ketchup. An everyone wanted to buy those “hotdogs” because they were new and there was an american flag printed on the sign on the window. Never had a hotdog since.
When I was still in school in the 80th, there was a new Hotdog seller at the coach station. They had some buns which tasted like an old sponge. They shoved these buns on a pointed rod to make a hole, then squirted a tiny amount of ketchup in there, followed by a thin lukewarm awful tasting sausage with gristle bits in it. I loved the ketchup. An everyone wanted to buy those “hotdogs” because they were new and there was an american flag printed on the sign on the window. Never had a hotdog since.