coffee and wieners

so yesterday we took little devil through the streets of cleveland looking for sinks. we realized we needed coffee. BADLY. as we're driving big d mentions how awesome it would be to have a hot dog and a coffee and BLAM! there it was. the convenient store from heaven. a place where we were able to get not just any hot dog and coffee, but a polish boy. a masterpiece made of polish sausage, seasoned fries and bbq sauce. oh, and by "we" i mean big d, i don't eat that shit. and by "shit" i mean the polish boy that big d now loving refers to as the "sloppy asshole". behold its glory: