Postcard from New York City - Hot dogs

The hot dog cart guys are a piece of work. They stand on the street corner all day, after wheeling the carts through the NYC traffic in the morning. Apart from lunchtime, I never saw anyone, ever, buying anything from one of these guys, and even between twelve and two there was hardly ever what you'd call a queue, like you see in the movies.


What I love though is the optimism of anyone who thinks that somebody is going to want to buy a hot dog loaded with chilli sauce and onions at nine in the morning.