Lunch with Swift

Roaming southern New Hampshire's Monadnock Region and beyond — visiting unique places and tasting the local flavor..


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Dougs dogs .. not a happy ending.

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Doug of Dougs dogs sold his hot dog cart a guy who has also retired and passed the business on to his son.   If you follow me, we are in the third generation of hot doggery.  The son  now has the mantle of hot dog king in Marlboro.   I commented on how quickly he assembled my 2 everything dogs with pepsi.  He said not as fast as my dad.   I beg to differ.  And I would like to add it is still the best deal in southern new Hampshire for lunch.

Following our transaction,  I went in my truck with the hot dog tray loaded up and heavy and settled in.
Something suddenly made me twitch.   In doing so, I dumped the whole tray over in my lap.  It was a horrible gooey mess.   But not one that should go to waste.  I ate everything bunless.  And licked my fingers when I munched the buns.

When I had eaten the last bits.  I went back up to the truck window and the once and future hot dog king gave me 2 squares of paper towel to wipe up.  I used that all up, too.

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5 Cavemen Guys

First the white and red decor melts away.  You are sitting at a  table with your head against the wall.  You have just ordered the Five Guys cheeseburger.   You sit and wait for the number 94  to be called out. 

You look around,   and realize that the consumption of this food is not an aspirational activity. 

Slowly yours eyes blur.  You drift and dream.  You see the red and white decor going to earthtones.  You see flames of a campfire and painted elk and bear cavepaintings.  You see cavemen and woman huddled around fires
and hunched over meats. Dark matted bodyhair. Their skin and fur cloaks hide the private bits.

There are grunting cave children kicking at a smoky fire.  Eyes are burning.  You hear druming and see a circle fo men and woman dancing. There is dusts rising at their feet.

Someone calls 94.   Your cheeseburger is ready.  Slowly earthtones turn red and white.  And U2 is on the radio. Your surroundings are linoleum, chrome enamel, tile. Your neighbors are hairless and a bit soft.

You open wide for a bite with elbows on the table two hands grasping…