This was Pee Wee's. It was an all night hot dog place in my hometown. It's gone. But I wish I could take you back in time so you could see it. It was all metal, the grill never got cleaned and the stools fell apart and it was filled with drunks and staffed by old ladies quick with a retort. In other words, it's what I assume heaven would be like if it existed. There were no french fries. Instead, hash browns. Brutal chili that could mask any alcohol on your breath. And gyros. But it's gone, like I said. I wish I could smell it one more time, that strange mix of staleness and spice, lingering in the air, people lined up against the wall to buy just one more hot dog.

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