The Wiener Factory was an ugly shambles, but I have to admit I had a weakness for their Polish dogs as well as for their friendly family culture, which had been around long enough to develop its own private kitchen jargon ("one with a hat" meant "a hotdog with pickle," for example).
This week, a work crew has started stripping the ticky-tack building down to its wooden frame. One wonders whether it wouldn't be easier just to bulldoze the place and start from scratch. In any case, the deconstruction has uncovered an quaint older sign that betrays the long history of this neighborhood place as a purveyor of America's favorite sausages.
A source tells me that a Mediterranean restaurant is slated to open at the location once the remodeling is finished, but no word on what will happen to the groovy hotdog-shaped sign.
A source tells me that a Mediterranean restaurant is slated to open at the location once the remodeling is finished, but no word on what will happen to the groovy hotdog-shaped sign.