Are the NYT Chief Food Critic Frank Bruni and yours truly 3rdarm one and the same person? We’ve been known to blog about the same things, such as the week where I blogged about coatcheck on Monday and he picked it up on Wednesday. Well, now that similarity has extended to our late night snacking habits. Anyone who spends a night out with me ends up beside me at the 7-11 hotdog counter.
Its greasy, yes, but good for belly-aching and soul-mending, etcetera. Big Frankie lives in NYC, however, not Cambridge, so he has options that extend beyond 7-11’s… and he admits to late-night hot dog snacking on a level I have not yet attained. In his roundup of various food awards this morning Frankie Bones admits to chomping down as many as THREE hotdogs at 3AM… Here’s the snippet:
“Best Hot Dog: Gray’s Papaya on Broadway near 72nd Street in Manhattan. I endorse this, too; it’s a few blocks from home, and I’ve been known to pick up one or two or — OK, I’ll admit it — three dogs at 3 a.m. on a Sunday.” He may or may not hold the third of those dogs in his third arm… who knows, that’s Frank’s biz. But the striking parallel between us is ongoing, and I’ll keep ya’ll updated.
3AM… Note how our hot dog snacking occurs at the exact same times. Two fate bound trains leave stations, one in NYC, one in Cambridge, and converge at the condiment bar on the mustard tracks.
bear i just was to say that you think you know, but you don’t know.
i ate this yesterday: an oorlog. that means “war”. it consists of french fries with sate sauce and mayonaise and diced raw onion.
you just don’t know.
in argentina they call them “super panchos”, and they come with mayo, mustard, golf sauce, (a mix of 50% mayo, 50% tomato frosting), and crumpled up papas fritas. you can ask emerson about it sometime, but on certain days it even looked good to me…. although i have to admit my growing fascination with the oorlog…