Day two saw in a very wet and uncharismatic New York Day. We headed down to the Lower East Side for hotdogs but later agreed that although our hotdogs were delicious we could not take in the Lower East Side the way we wanted to, in fact the rain was so torrential we could not take it in at all, and we should simply have hit up a movie.
Crif Dogs is an embarrassingly hip little venue. Right behind The Designer there is a red door which is an entry to a secret bar. You’re supposed to go into the old style phone booth and lift the receiver to get into the bar, but we did not give it a try as we were sopping wet and it was only lunch time anyway.
The Designer had a chilli dog, I had a philly tubesteak and my brother had a new yorker with ketchup and mustard – fancy NYC hotdog toppings are proving a bit much for him. He likes them the good old fashioned way. All three were delicious and certainly perked up our rainy day moods.
There’s so much charm and old worldliness to those Downtown streets, well from what I could see underneath the umbrella!