Hot Dog Ka Ba Novels & Stories

"Do you want anything else aside from a hotdog?" "With cheese." Dagdag ko. "I'm not sure if I have a hotdog with cheese in the fridge." Nag-aalangan niyang sabi. Tumayo na ako, kaya naman bigla siyang nataranta. "Where are you going?" Mabilis akong umupo sa ibabaw niya, na ikinalaki ng kanyang mata. Kasabay nang pag-awang ng labi niya. "Ayaw ko ng hotdog na galing sa ref, ayaw ko ng malamig." Nilapit ko ang bibig ko sa kanyang tainga. "Gusto ko ng mainit..." Mapang-akit kong sabi.

Twenty minutes later, I’m hot and sweaty and still haven’t shaken the feeling that something is lurking around the corner, waiting to attack. There’s a little hole-in-the-wall restaurant across the street from the bar that’s open late, no doubt making a killing from all the drunk people who walk over night after night. I get a hotdog—Chicago style, of course—and a Coke simply for the caffeine. I sit on a bench along the street while I eat, watching people mill in and out of the bar.

Rosalind offered her hand to the little girl, and later, both of them walked outside to find some food. Jane pointed in a direction. “Over there! Hotdog!” The little one’s eyes brightened as she already imagined eating the hotdog. The hotdog seller smiled to see Rosalind and Jane. “Hotdog, ma’am? I’m sure your daughter will love it too.” Rosalind didn’t deny that Jane wasn’t hers. She nodded and pointed at the hotdogs. “How much is it?” “Three dollars for a regular one, three fifty for additional lettuce and tomatoes, and four for a jumbo size.”

“Nagugutom na ako.” I didn’t know why I was so hungry. I had breakfast earlier, but my stomach clearly disagreed. “Of course. Anything for you,” he said, looking around. “What do you feel like eating? Korean BBQ? Ramyeon? Hotteok?” “Anong… hot-tok?” “Sweet pancake. Street food. Want to try it?” I looked at him curiously. “Basta masarap, game ako.” He laughed. “We’ll find rice. And I’m sure you’ll like the food here.”

"Then I'll prepare your dinner and order pizza for me." "Pizza? What is that?" "It's really delicious. You'll see it when it gets here." After 20 minutes food was on the table. "Oh~" he was staring at the pizza. "That looks delicious. Can I eat it?" He took one slice. Right before he took a bite I remembered things dogs can't have. Pizza has yeast dough and cheese which is a dairy product. "No, wait!" I took the slice away from him. He looked at me surprised. "Y-you can't have this. It's not safe for you."

song or was it just "Old McDonald" "I'm not a dog and i'm not hot. So why am i called hotdog? Whyyyyyyyyyy?" I keep on blabbering nonsense approaching the crowd while still wiggling, dancing, and skipping like i was just having a walk on field full of flower. The expression of the people varies from; amusement to horrified. Some parents even covered their child's eyes.

''I'm happy too, I never thought that one day I would come back here. ''Can we go to the beach tomorrow? ''Of course, we came here to have fun. Soon the woman approaches with our food, she places the plates in front of us and leaves. ''What you asked? '' I ask. ''Hot dog. ''I frown at the name. ''Weird name. ''He laughs. ''Eat it, you'll like it, it's not like the United States, which is bread and sausage, it comes with a lot of things.

I can't believe he's doing this to me and I can see the concern in his eyes. "Next time, if you're cooking such food, it doesn't require a strong fire, just cook it on medium heat," he reminded. "One more thing, when you're cooking cheese dog or hotdog, you should slightly cut its part so that the inside is cooked," he added. I didn't say a word. My eyes stayed on him while gently rubbing my finger. "Go there and I'll cook for us."

he said, and the laughter I was trying so hard not to let out burst out of my belly. I laughed so hard that my belly clutched with pain, and I could not help the tears that fell out of my eyes. “What? what's so funny?” Nathan asked, confused as he stared at me. “Nathan, Hot dogs are cheap street food. They're usually sold at stands, and Charles loves them so much,” I explained. Nathan nodded as he took in this information. “Well, I’ve never heard of them or tasted them.” “I won’t blame you. I know you grew up with exquisite taste buds, but this is beyond what I expected,” I teased, poking him in the hand.

He took another bite. "Yes," I yelled, throwing my free hand in the air. "See, hotdogs are the best food in the world," I stated. He laughed. "I said it wasn't that bad, not the best thing I've ever tasted." He stated. "I think it's official. It's either you are delusional, or you haven't tasted that much food to compare it to." He stated. "No, you just have no taste," I concluded. "Hot dogs are the best food in the world. Everything good only ever happens with a hotdog. I once found a hundred-dollar note under a tree the last time I had a hotdog." I answered.