Thousands of fellow citizens stop there from morning to night to eat this typical piece of the neighborhood whose evolution is remarkable.
It was customary to have a snack with a can of tuKola (Cuban Coca-Cola) just as it was also traditional that the hot dog was always cold and the soda hot to complement each other perfectly.
No coke and a little more expensive, which was expected in these times, but we still find ourselves with aspects that haven't changed anything. It was still surprising to see how a tradition can hold up so well over time.
I devoured this piece, cold as usual, like a time machine that transported me to the 1990s. There was magically always the same subtle and acidic background of the unique and manipulated sauce, which returns from the entrails after 30 minutes.
Then we tell ourselves that never again, and we will hold this lie until we return to it, since this sin has inevitably become a passion; the passion for our earthly foods.
As usual, the cashier didn't have any change to give us either, which was negligible, as long as we had our perro caliente on hand.
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