On my way, the weather was dank and my fellow drivers were foul.
Or maybe the weather was foul and the other drivers dank. Yeah, that's more like it.
Anyway, all this predated my entry into Hot Dog Nirvana.
I had a hot dog caled "Oy!" (Hebrew National, of course) and a Barq's root beer. Yummmm.
I'm not out on party nights in the streets of Adams-Morgan much anymore. But if I were, I'd find the fare at M'Dawgs irresitable, after way too much beer. And much preferable to the "Jumbo Slice" pizza that was the drunken party animal's 2:00 a.m. favorite back in the day.
13 varieties of dog, including vegetarian and Kobe beef. Three varieties of bun, for heaven's sake. And a big, whoppin' fixin's bar.
You lucky kids today. 20th century post-midnight revelry food offered far fewer options.