This is a belated post, created now by the powers of procrastination. Anyway. You know you’ve got a real town when you’ve got a hot dog cart. Congrats, Moscow. I’d seen NY Johnny out there late at night by Friendship Square, hawking dawgs to the drunken citizenry. Never brave enough to face the crowd, I’d only been a passerby to these glorious dogs until a few weeks ago. Set up at a family friend’s music show outside in the slanting evening sunshine, I couldn’t resist a hot-dog-cart hot dog. I was rewarded handsomely for my hot dog curiosity. Non-sketchy hot dog (made at local butcher) squeezed in the perfect super squishy white bun (WonderBread in bun form, melds to your hand shape in .4 seconds), plus mustard (ode to the Germans, father of das sausage) and buried under the best part, a mound of spicy, pickled-ish,delicously oily onions. And if that’s not enough, there’s Johnny himself, complete with a very legit Brooklyn accent and a whole Italian immigrant, these onions are shipped from the Empire State, this olive oil is made by my family, this delectable spicy onion slaw is a secret father-to-son recipe schtick going on. Now I’m hankering for a dawg.
Our man, NY Johnny.
Tom’s dog, mine was devoured before documentation.
And if you go, you’ll probably get your pic on what I’ve dubbed “The Dog Blog.” A great honor for any Muscovite.
anna cotta 
Bless you, my child…we tried and tried to find this FB page, but of course we’re old and technological dinosaurs. “And a little child shall lead them…”
How’s school?
Ha! I’m so very very proud to be on the hot dog wall o’ fame!
School is good! Moved into a new dorm WITH A STOVE. So the college cooking volume of anna cotta can now commence. First week of classes too, and amongst other more scholarly things I’m taking “Food, Nutrition, and Poverty” which is all about foodways and such and we get to go work on a farm and put on cooking classes and all kinds of good stuff!
Expensive.
I like that you mention the stove first, and the classes as an afterthought…that’s my girl!
Poppa’s just jealous he can’t jet about the world doing scholarly and awesome things…he just has to tag along at the end, and pay all the bills (dude, you should have read the “Dad” job description more carefully…it’s all in there 😉