Circumstances were not ideal when I discovered mini wieners. I was midway through that great American pastime, the road trip, driving north from Brooklyn to Montreal, packed tightly into a rented van with a motley crew of friends in various states of disarray: all were exhausted from work, at least one was deeply hungover, and I, for my part, had just been dumped. The plan was for a lighthearted weekend romp north of the border, but halfway there, morale was flagging.
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