Why the hostility to street meat?
This morning I conducted an interview with Tibe Message Board's very own Sugar (aka Allison "I want to put all birds into a giant blender" [last name]).
SellyCat: "Ms. Allison, when I say 'hot dog vendor,' what is the first thing that comes to mind?"
Sugar: "BARF!"
SellyCat: "GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! Look at you! You're hysterical!"
This is a typical example of the kind of abject racism suffered by Toronto's brave hod dog & sausage street vendors. Everyday, they are rejected by hundreds of millions of Torontonians in what has escalated into a silent campaign of cullinary ethnic cleansing!
A slight exaggeration.
Last night, after a three hour class, I was very hungry and dreaded the thought of how I would scrounge up dinner from my empty refrigerator. I didn't want to spend a lot of money on take-out or delivery food--nor go through the hassle of figuring it out and ordering it. So it occured to me: Street Meat.
I made my way to the Syd Smith building on St. George knowing full-well there would be vendor of aforementioned cullinary items. While many might debate the merits of applying the term "cullinary" to street-sold hot dog and sausage products, I am here today to say that they are affordable, filling AND delicious. Tasty-delicious, in fact!
The price : tastiness : mass ratio indicates that so-called Street Meat is an excellent value.
I had a Spicey Italian Sausage for $3.25. It was huge! So huge, in fact, that I had to sit down to finish it. It took a while and was very rewarding. (FYI, I topped it with sour kraut, ketchup and dijon mustard.) Now don't be fooled! I'm a total Foodie; 100%. I cook my own really good food, prepare elaborate meals with friends and I'm all about fresh ingredients. Obviously sausages aren't "fresh" per se, BUT I tasted nothing wrong with what I ate last night.
The vendor slit the sausage and grilled it on her obviously high quality barbecue right in front of me. Same with the bun. It made that CLASSIC sizzling/popping sound that good barbecued food makes. It both smelled and tasted great.
The moral of the story, ladies, gentlement, cunts and fools is that you should rethink your position on street meat.
This morning I conducted an interview with Tibe Message Board's very own Sugar (aka Allison "I want to put all birds into a giant blender" [last name]).
SellyCat: "Ms. Allison, when I say 'hot dog vendor,' what is the first thing that comes to mind?"
Sugar: "BARF!"
SellyCat: "GET AHOLD OF YOURSELF! Look at you! You're hysterical!"
This is a typical example of the kind of abject racism suffered by Toronto's brave hod dog & sausage street vendors. Everyday, they are rejected by hundreds of millions of Torontonians in what has escalated into a silent campaign of cullinary ethnic cleansing!
A slight exaggeration.
Last night, after a three hour class, I was very hungry and dreaded the thought of how I would scrounge up dinner from my empty refrigerator. I didn't want to spend a lot of money on take-out or delivery food--nor go through the hassle of figuring it out and ordering it. So it occured to me: Street Meat.
I made my way to the Syd Smith building on St. George knowing full-well there would be vendor of aforementioned cullinary items. While many might debate the merits of applying the term "cullinary" to street-sold hot dog and sausage products, I am here today to say that they are affordable, filling AND delicious. Tasty-delicious, in fact!
The price : tastiness : mass ratio indicates that so-called Street Meat is an excellent value.
I had a Spicey Italian Sausage for $3.25. It was huge! So huge, in fact, that I had to sit down to finish it. It took a while and was very rewarding. (FYI, I topped it with sour kraut, ketchup and dijon mustard.) Now don't be fooled! I'm a total Foodie; 100%. I cook my own really good food, prepare elaborate meals with friends and I'm all about fresh ingredients. Obviously sausages aren't "fresh" per se, BUT I tasted nothing wrong with what I ate last night.
The vendor slit the sausage and grilled it on her obviously high quality barbecue right in front of me. Same with the bun. It made that CLASSIC sizzling/popping sound that good barbecued food makes. It both smelled and tasted great.
The moral of the story, ladies, gentlement, cunts and fools is that you should rethink your position on street meat.
