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| - So, legend has it that what you do in the first three days of the new year is a representation of the entire year to come. This is a superstition that my family has instilled in me since I was young, shared by many traditional Japanese folks.
On day 1 of 2016, my friend had a "strong craving" for a hotdog. I happily exclaimed "then let's get a hotdog" despite my après NY's eve headache, lethargy and overall disinterest in going outside and roamed the blustery streets of 17th Ave in search of a hotdog that would appease my friend.
As one can imagine, the streets were fairly desolate and scant of in-service hotdog establishments. Dairy Queen was closed. The closest establishment relative to where I was was Clive Burger. When I had a burger from Clive Burger a couple of years back, I thoroughly enjoyed it. This time however, service was very slow and the food lack lustre. I'm not sure if it was because they had more patrons than anticipated and they understaffed and the "stock" was old but the "smokie" we ordered was just a long, floppy, European wiener, and the poutine had a 6:1 gravy to fries ratio and was sopping wet. Now, I'm a gravy lover and could swim in a vat of gravy with my mouth open, but it was too much gravy. Too much. See the photos. It's not hard to imagine how the meal tasted. I wouldn't write Clive Burger off for the future, however. I've always thought quality was poor at dining establishments during the first of January. One year, when I had a tuna sub from Subway, I ended up getting food poisoning. I digress...and that's a story for another day.
So, if the Japanese NY's superstition holds true, I am to look forward to eating a lot of gravy, will not say "no" to friends who invite me to dine, and I will trek in the bone-chilling-cold to fill my stomach or that of my amigos. That I think, is a great omen for 2016 my friends.
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