Hot Dogs

I've had it with this vegetarian bull----. After seven years of eating rabbit food and enough cheese to back up a goat, I've once again discovered that chicken franks belong in their own, sacred section of the food pyramid. In fact, I sometimes sacrifice chicken franks at the altar of Spam, bologna, and those little chunks of gristle that sometimes end up in your burger.

It is also for this reason that I have declared Prague the greatest city in the world. Did you know that in Prague, they have hot dog stands at almost every corner? And sometimes more than one at every corner? I went there with some friends in April, and I can't wait to go back someday, so I can visit the hot dogs again.

Also on this trip we went to Budapest and Krakow. If you're on a hot-dog quest, I cannot recommend Budapest. It is a city severely lacking in hot dog stands, but it does have a KFC and a few Pizza Huts. Great if you've been living in a developing country for awhile.

Krakow's hot dog status was disappointing, too. Andrew and I spent way too long a time searching for Polish sausage, since, you know, we were in Poland. We only found one place. Then we went there again and again, for every meal, and a few times in between. If you go to Krakow, email me, and I'll give you directions TO THE ONE PLACE IN ALL OF POLAND THAT HAS SAUSAGE. Because going to Poland and not eating Polish sausage is like going to church and forgetting Jesus' name.

Paris and Amsterdam, where we went in January, probably have hot dogs. I just didn't eat them then because I was still a little weird about the meat thing. Stupid vegetarianism.

-m