After making it through what Ryan and I were sure was the worst rush hour Penn Station has ever seen (it probably wasn’t) and the longest ride on the Long Island Railroad of all time (again, I am sure it wasn’t), we were back in Manhattan.  The entire train ride, all we could talk about was the amazing food we had the previous night at our friends’ wedding (mashed potato bar!  pasta bar!  carving station! paella bar!) so by the time we got off the train, we were famished.  And frustrated that a mashed potato bar was not waiting for us upon exit of Penn Station.

But across the street was salvation:

Yes, a little wheeled pagoda held the key to our hunger.

Hot dogs!  Pretzels! More hot dogs!  I seriously have not been this excited about processed food since…well, possibly ever.

Deeee-lightful.  .