Photo by myself, somewhere in Harlem.
Mark and I were driving by this weekend when I snapped this photo. This deli counter faces the street. From the looks of it, you can get flavored coffee, 6-foot heroes, ice cream on a stick, birthday cakes and donuts anytime, day or night.
This weekend, Mark and I grilled hot dogs from Fairway. They were the long, skinny all-beef franks you might get on the streets, which are also called Sabrett dogs. But these weren't Sabretts.
You see the Sabrett name on little hot dog carts all over the city. They have a natural casing that becomes taut from cooking, which deliver a particular texture. When you bite into the dog, it 'snaps' open. They are delicious.
Mark and I had one dog each, with a lot of mustard and a bit of ketchup. It tasted like a Sabrett. It was delicious. It was divine.
About an hour later, I wound up sitting in a hot bath. My feet and face were unbearably itchy. I wound up scrubbing my feet until they were bright pink and nearly raw.
I must have had an allergic reaction to the nitrates used as preservatives. Mark felt generally fine but a little queasy. Next time we go to Fairway, I'll let the management know my experience.
And next time, I'll have a Sabrett.
Apologies for my slow response to comments these days, and my poor showing at peoples' blogs. It's been a busy time!
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