Yeah, I like swiss cheese on a tuna sandwich too. Chili cheese dogs are great too... Hope this one doesn't gross anyone out, but, my all time favorite sandwich is Taylor Ham (Taylor Pork Roll) sliced paper thin, but a lot of slices, with Muenster cheese, mayo, salt & pepper, on fresh white bread...... I've loved it since I was a kid.
Maybe it's because I'm not from Chicago, but...... having all of that extra stuff on a hot dog just does not appeal to me at all. Give me a couple of Nathan's hot dogs with lots of mustard and maybe some sauerkraut, and some Nathan's french fries with plenty of ketchup...... YUMMM.
I just did pretty much the same thing down in my basement model area Dave. Swept the floors, dusted off the workbench, swiffered away all the cobwebs and reorganized all my paints and tools. Now I have to knuckle down and get building again. Between the holidays, family visits, gift wrapping, the football playoffs and Super Bowl, I haven't been working on anything for months.
I also recall a guy who came around the neighborhood crying out "I buy clothes.".... We called him the Rag Man. He'd buy any old clothing people wanted to get rid of...... He wouldn't pay much, but in those days any extra coins helped our parents. Then there was the guy who came around ringing a bell... He'd sharpen your knives and scissors...
Wow...... Joe Zrodlowski, you've brought back a load of memories for me...... I've eaten many a Charlotte Rouse as a kid as my Mom used to buy them. While I drank loads of egg creams as an adult, as a child my Saturday "shopping with Mom treat" was a Black Raspberry ice cream cone and a chocolate soda (U-Bet chocolate syrup and seltzer), and then buying 2 comic books (for 10 cents each) and reading them from cover to cover. Living in the Inwood section of upper Manhattan in the 1950's we'd often enjoy the sunshine up on "tar beach" where Mom would hang laundry to dry, or we'd sit out on the fire escape "balcony" on a hot summer night. For a short time my Mom worked at a Horn & Hardart Automat and I remember feeding nickels in to get a glass of milk. I also fondly recall an old Italian guy who pushed a Hot Dog cart around the neighborhood on weekends. When we saw him coming I'd go into the apartment bldg. courtyard and yell up to Mom to please throw me down a quarter so I could get 2 hot dogs (with mustard and onions in a red sauce) and a watered-down orange drink... all for a quarter...!!! What a feast...!!! I remember Sandy Becker, Soupy Sales, Chuck McCann... Roy Rogers, The Lone Ranger, Hopalong Cassidy... Thanks Joe.