Harley Dogs on Vermont Street off Manchester Boulevard was a small hot dog stand run by Earl. He calls it Harley Dogs because he loves Harley Davidson motorcycles. It was a very rainy day and cold as hell . I stood under Earl's umbrella waiting to be what seemed like forever. Finally after a while longer of complaining about the cold rain and wind Harley told me to wait in his truck since I was without an umbrella. Earl is a fine man, a gentleman indeed.
I liked his dog dripping in condiments of mustard, ketchup and relish oozing out of the end of the bun. Sadly, I went back to see Earl on several occassions but to no avail, no Harley hot dog cart and no Earl. Good things never seem to last!