OK, you guys are KILLING me! Where's the guy from waaaaaaaaaaay up thread who wanted to start up an Italian hot dog gig in South Florida? I have been craving my favorite childhood hot dog--from Jackie's (now closed I think) in Belleville, NJ. I would gladly patronize and "evangelize" on behalf of some enterprising Jersey boys/girls who could produce such a dog somewhere between Delray Beach and Ft. Lauderdale. (Sorry, I'm not braving traffic through Miami--not even for a fix!)
The trouble down here seems to be the bread as much as anything else. Ask any (sane) South Floridian. You CAN'T (well, you can, but you really shouldn't) drink the water down here, so how the heck can you possible make decent pizza dough (or even a bagel for that matter)with such swill? Water here is either full of sulfur or full of chlorine, or both and it's N A S T Y!!! I don't know how they purify whatever came through Essex County, NJ, but it must be the secret to the bread.
Why do I wax on not-so-poetically about the bread? That's easy. I can order Sabretts, Viennas, Schickhaus, Thuman's, Best's etc. I can even find a well-seasoned grill to cook 'em on! But what am I supposed to do with a lovely hot dog and a pile of potatoes, peppers, and onions when all they give me down here is "dead" bread????
Italian hot dog and pizza lovers (and Italians in general, for that matter)have lost hope here in South Florida. Oh sure, occassionally there will be some new place that supposedly has great pizza or Italian style (
fill in the blank
). Dutifully, like lemmings, we wander into these places like zombies, bereft of all hope. Once in a while we find something that is sufficient, which then becomes our place, but most of the time we take one bite and grudgingly finish something inferior. Or worse, we get some glimmer of hot dogs, pizzas, and breads past (<--I guess that's what would have happened if Dickens had written about life in Newark instead of London). We leave confused-but-hopeful only to return more alert a week or so later and find that it was nothing but an illusion.
If you build it, (and I mean the "real" it complete with appropriate supplies of purified Passaic River water to make the bread) we will come.