I was walking through downtown Key West, Florida recently and discovered I was hungrier than I thought. I wasn’t interested in high-priced food in a restaurant or waiting in line. There was a street vendor selling hot dogs. I struck a conversation with him and he showed me his hot dogs and Italian sausages.
I decided on the Italian sausage and thoroughly enjoyed it. As I was eating it, a couple walked by and asked how it was. I told them, “It was excellent.” Then, I said, “Actually, it is better than excellent.” I was nearly done eating and decided that I needed to tell the street vendor than I was very pleased with his food and I was going to write a blog about it.
I don’t often eat street vendor food. I’m not around them very often. I’m on vacation and the occasion arose – and, I’m very glad. The Italian sausage was one of the best I’ve had in a long time, maybe even the best ever. It was flavorful and juicy with a hint of peppers and onions. I don’t know the brand he used.
I know that he was very courteous and answered every question before I decided to buy something. He was not pushy. Once I decided to order from him, then he asked questions about condiments for the sausage, chips, soda, etc. I made my usual choices. I walked about thirty feet away where I could use a newspaper stand as a stand-up table along the sidewalk.
As I am recalling the event for this blog, I am also recalling the taste the sausage in a hot dog bun left in my mouth. It was truly scrumptious.