AUBREEVISION - Observations from the far side of the dial

I have been thinking today about something I haven't eaten since I was 8 or 10 -- the magnificent Salad Dog. This coleslaw-topped hot dog was served at a now-defunct restaurant my dad used to take me to when I was small; he would usually order the "hot hamburg sandwich," which was basically a slice of bread topped with a hamburger patty and gravy, served with peas and mashed potatoes. I haven't encountered either item on a menu outside of Nova Scotia. I can't even remember the name of the restaurant, which changed hands several times and has now been converted into a house -- only that it was frequented by flannel-shirt-and-work-boot-wearing local lobster fishermen like my dad. You could see into the kitchen through a cafeteria-style window and the bathroom area was partitioned off with a divider fashioned from some sort of wavy green plastic. I think they may have served customers car-hop style as well.

But back to salad dogs -- some friggin' good.