Super Duper Weenie.

On the way home from Cape Cod we now ALWAYS stop at Super Duper Weenie, off exit 24 of I-95 about 40 miles north of New York City. It's not your average hot dog stand.

You can get the flavor (no pun intended) from videos here, here, and here. I'm especially fond of the Dixie but will happily eat a Chicagoan or a Californian as a backup, Sandi gets the New Englander and we, of course, order the fresh-cut, skin-on fries. Nummers! If Super Duper Weenie was less than a half hour drive from us, I'd weigh five hundred pounds and be petitioning "Biggest Loser" to go on the ranch. See pertinent video here.

Sitting on stools in the tiny restaurant. That's neon light from the Super Duper Weenie sign in the front window. If you eat facing the other way, they're cooking right in front of you.

Did I mention, if I'm in possession of a camera, I will be taking pictures?

Bye-bye SDW, for another year. If I could, I'd insert a video of a tear running down my cheek here.