One of the girls ordered a “hot dog américain”—that is, a hot dog explicitly labeled as American. When it came out, I was tickled to see that it was encased in a hollowed-out French baguette, rather than snuggled between the two flaps of a hot dog roll. Apparently the restaurant’s suppliers don’t offer them, so they had to improvise.
When I asked Ar if she had ever seen a hot dog roll before, she said “No, what does it look like?” Just another thing I took for granted!
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