All over Copenhagen there are little stands that advertise hot dogs. One day, Friday, on the way north, Minnie and stopped at one for a quick lunch.
Turns out they call these particular dogs "French hot dogs." The French part comes in, I believe, from the bread. It is an asymmetrical piece of bun, with an open hole on one end and a closed end on the other. the server squirts in your favorite condiment, then the hot dog goes in, and, voila, you have a portable hot dog guaranteed not to squirt out the other end. A brilliant modification.
And not bad tasting either, especially with a generous squirt of mustard. Like a well-cooked but still a bit bland hot dog.
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