Chili Dog Pit Stop

Evening rolled in, and all that running built up a serious appetite. Hopped up onto a chrome diner stool near the service window where steam was curling into the cool night air. Right on the tray sat the holy grail: a loaded chili dog piled high with cheddar and diced onions, plus a metal basket of golden fries. I grabbed a crisp brown paper napkin, slid a fork out of the way, and settled right on the glossy red vinyl stool. One giant bite of spicy, savory perfection. Best recharge ever.