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Sep. 22nd, 2008 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
coyotegothWhile doing my stretches this morning, and listening to my apartment mate on the phone telling someone how it was good that the Yankees won their final game in Yankee Stadium, I found myself remembering an exchange from 2010:
Heywood Floyd: I'd love a hot dog.
Walter Curnow: Astrodome. Good hot dogs there.
Heywood Floyd: Astrodome? You can't grow a good hot dog indoors. Yankee Stadium. September. The hot dogs have been boiling since opening day in April. Now that's a hot dog.
Walter Curnow: The yellow mustard or the darker one?
Heywood Floyd: Darker.
Walter Curnow: It’s important.
I always wondered what a Yankee Stadium hot dog tasted like; I’m not much of a sports fan, and Yankee Stadium was always one of those New York experiences I’d vaguely meant to get around to someday. (In a similar vein, I’ve known people without any particular fear of heights who lived here for fifty years without ever going up in the Empire State Building.) Ah, well.
Heywood Floyd: I'd love a hot dog.
Walter Curnow: Astrodome. Good hot dogs there.
Heywood Floyd: Astrodome? You can't grow a good hot dog indoors. Yankee Stadium. September. The hot dogs have been boiling since opening day in April. Now that's a hot dog.
Walter Curnow: The yellow mustard or the darker one?
Heywood Floyd: Darker.
Walter Curnow: It’s important.
I always wondered what a Yankee Stadium hot dog tasted like; I’m not much of a sports fan, and Yankee Stadium was always one of those New York experiences I’d vaguely meant to get around to someday. (In a similar vein, I’ve known people without any particular fear of heights who lived here for fifty years without ever going up in the Empire State Building.) Ah, well.
