I don’t mean to complain, but today is one of those days where I just don’t want a hot dog. And it’s not because I’m fed up with hot dogs, necessarily.
When I started this project, I expected to get sick at least once or twice. It hasn’t happened yet. I had stomach burbles and growls, but thats been the extent of it so far. Realistically, the hardest part has been going to the hot dog destinations themselves.
Name: Momir
Slinging Hot Dogs Since: 5 years
Likes Hot Dogs?: No
Favorite Topping: N/A
Price: $5.00
I finally make it to Times Square, and I regret not actually going to Times Square for a hot dog. Remember: They are erecting a 30-foot hot dog statue there later this summer, so it must be an important hot dog site.
Instead, I make it off the A train at 42nd and 8th, walk up two blocks, and there’s Momir and his halal cart. It smells like cigarettes, and I’m not really sure how an entire cart can, but it does.
Momir is on the phone the whole time, so asking questions is tough, but he’s quick to sling a dog from water onto a grill and then into a bun.
The amount of advertising on this truck is definitley worth pointing out. I mean, the guy has an LED sign, a Nathan’s sticker, and Sabrett umbrellas, as if justifying my skepticism about the whole halal & Sabrett conspiracy.
I’m trying to keep it short today but the dog is bad. The color isn’t green, but it’s not the vibrant red you’d expect. It also tastes like a cigarette. My hands reek of the smoke for hours after, and I’m not quite sure what to make of that. Another day another dog.
Sounds bad. Did you eat it? Do you have to?