I did enjoy hotdogs and onions served at Ding’s, a diner/beer place tucked next to a tennis court housed in a perpetually dark and dismal old sports complex (Velayo’s, does this ring a bell hehehe) along Airport Road. It’s not there anymore, Ding’s or the complex, but I remember it for the unusual (to me, back then) cookery: hotdog slices sautéed in a ketchup and oil redux with lots of onions.
At s&R, they give you three small condiment containers you can fill at the condiments station. I like to pile everything on, like so, and eat with relish (that, too, and raw onions) and finesse! Not crammed into open maw but sliced like sushi bites hehehe.
That’s a fair trade up, don’t you think?
I think the boy saw the light. That is, until a new gadget or gizmo triggers a new spate of relentless sleeve tugging and “mommy, please” pleas.
So from hotdogs to sausage to grilled burgers to steaks, there's always an upgrade to want, want, want. What's yours?