dog wagon

Copenhagen’s hot dog wagons, pulled by tiny sit-on motors, chug to and from their pitch very slowly each evening and morning, and drivers are very accepting: Only a creep, one Dane told me, would honk at a hot dog wagon.

It was half an hour before I found my first hot dog wagon, Petersens Polser, in Hojbro Plads, a large pill-shaped square in the heart of the city.

He was stuck with a big hot dog wagon.

Here are several comments we especially liked: Hot Dog Clients I was in line at a hot dog wagon and vendor said: “Please step aside so I can serve the next client.”

Grumman and Swirbul retired to the corner dog wagon, there ate hamburgers moodily, brooding on the unprofitable aspects of a business launched with a legal action.