A Dollar Ninety-Nine
$1.99 and a 20 mile windy ride on Bip and I am there after a mind-numbing week. Before: rambling thoughts, fatigue, loss of edge, lack of direction.
Om Mani Padme Yum
After: clear thoughts, energy, focus, direction, rhythm and no blues. From a hot dog and a ride!
Hot Dogs: Is It Just Me, or Is That Billboard Ill-placed?
I was the first customer on the first day for the nice guy who took my order here. The Sonoran hot dog was quite excellent with its bacon, jalapeños, and onions. Needed a few more jalapeños, though, not because I am a spicy food fiend, but because they complimented the other flavors and textures very well, and there weren't quite enough of them to stand up to the onslaught of bacon-onion-dog-tomato. I wasn't even going to stop here. I was in the neighborhood snapping photos for a future post on the unrelenting cynical tackiness of strip mall architecture, and was pausing here to capture the signage, when I was pulled in by the clear logical necessity of a $1.99 Sonoran Hot Dog: this is the Sonoran Desert, I have $1.99, it's been too long since I had bacon, I'm hungry, let's eat. This is unusual food for me: I am more of a whole wheat, fresh salad and lean protein type of eater, but when enlightenment beckons, you can't pull away. You need to take off your helmet and gloves, fork over the $1.99, chow down, and see the light. I've seen it now: it's toasty, meaty, bacony and good. Get up. Go ride.