“Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in. “And go heavy on the sauerkraut. I’m a man who likes his cabbage loud.”
“Thanks, Ed,” I said, looking off into the distance. “It just goes to show you: in this town, if you can’t speak up, you’re better off not saying anything at all.” Quelli della pallottola spuntata 1x5
I thanked Ted and headed to the Hacienda. I went undercover as a man looking for a hot dog. It was a stretch, but I thought I could pull it off. I sat at the counter and waited. The guy behind the grill looked like he’d been hit in the face with a shovel and liked it. “What’ll it be?” he growled. “Give me a jumbo dog,” I said, leaning in
“Exactly. But not just any sauerkraut. This is The Wurst brand. It’s only sold at one place in the city: 'The Hot Dog Hacienda' down on 4th and Main.” “It just goes to show you: in this
I pulled up to the pier in a cloud of tire smoke and several flattened cardboard boxes. The crime scene was crawling with cops. I stepped over the yellow tape, which was actually a giant piece of fettuccine left over from the Mayor’s luncheon.