I rarely go out. I rarely drink. Last night, I did both. Two watermelon-cucumber mojitos, 2 vodka-sodas, and one Labatt 50 later, and I am seriously jonesin' for a hot dog (of the vegetarian persuasion, of course). It happens every time: I tie one on (or two, or three) and I come down with a severe case of the hangries (hangry=hunger induced anger). The only cure: street meat.
[photo c/o seriouseats.com]
[photo by Jen Chan, torontoist.com]
Last night, I was out at Augusta House, and decided to make the trek home on foot rather than shell out 3 bucks for a painfully slow streetcar ride. Trouble is, on my walk north through Kensington and then up Brunswick from College, there is not a single hot dog vendor in sight. Worse still, the Annex is completely devoid of them. It's not that my 'hood is lacking the customer base; the Brunny pumps out enough potential clients with some serious 2am munchies to keep any hot dog vendor busy. I know, because my dogs bark at their belligerence every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night.
My back-up tipsy midnight snack is Kraft Dinner (mmmm, fake orange cheese...), and luckily there is no lack of 24-hour grocery spots in the area. I felt a little skeezy buying 2 boxes of KD Extra Creamy at 1:30am (by myself), but I'm sure the cashier sees more pathetic purchases than mine at that hour.
[powdered cheese heaven at Bloor Superfresh]
Alex and I hit home around the same time (he was at a house party) and he seemed to think the KD idea was my most brilliant ever, and helped me devour every noodle. Have I mentioned that I love this man?
[korean street tacos in LA, gourmet.com]
[street curry in Berlin, gourmet.com]
UPDATE! It's like the fast-fast-food gods were listening (or perusing blogs). It's like fate, right? The Annex strip of Bloor street is now home to it's very own hot-dog vendor. Weekends only, of course. It's parked at the end of our street every Thursday, Friday and Saturday night. Hot diggity dog!
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