Zach's own my soul. Or is that my colon?
GO TRIAD -- Like Christmas without family, it just wouldn't be Burlington without Zack's.
The menu is simple: hamburgers, sandwiches, breakfast until 11 a.m.
But the hot dogs are the main attraction, enough so that the staff assumes they are what you'll be ordering. A vague "two with chili and slaw" gets me exactly the meal I want.
Chili is what makes or breaks a hot dog, and Zack's has been making it for more than 75 years.
Theirs is light and meaty, perfect for coating a hot dog and not dripping down your arm. Top it off with a couple squirts of "Mr. Zack's Secret Hot Sauce," and you have what may be the most sought-after dining experience in the Old North State.
People grow up on these hot dogs; my family has been eating there for three generations. My dad would leave his high school during lunch and, on days he had time to fight the crowd, get a large plate of fries. Zack's previous location, just a few blocks away from where it is now, was across the street from the firehouse where my grandfather used to work.
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I'm not joking when I say that Zach's is a part of my family. Burlington is the hub of McIntyre cuisine; there's usually a pint of chili being mailed to some family member stranded by a job in some strange land like Colorado. Between my grandmother's sweet pickles, Zach's, and liver pudding (don't knock it till you try it), I don't know how I'll survive life outside of North Carolina.
The menu is simple: hamburgers, sandwiches, breakfast until 11 a.m.
But the hot dogs are the main attraction, enough so that the staff assumes they are what you'll be ordering. A vague "two with chili and slaw" gets me exactly the meal I want.
Chili is what makes or breaks a hot dog, and Zack's has been making it for more than 75 years.
Theirs is light and meaty, perfect for coating a hot dog and not dripping down your arm. Top it off with a couple squirts of "Mr. Zack's Secret Hot Sauce," and you have what may be the most sought-after dining experience in the Old North State.
People grow up on these hot dogs; my family has been eating there for three generations. My dad would leave his high school during lunch and, on days he had time to fight the crowd, get a large plate of fries. Zack's previous location, just a few blocks away from where it is now, was across the street from the firehouse where my grandfather used to work.
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I'm not joking when I say that Zach's is a part of my family. Burlington is the hub of McIntyre cuisine; there's usually a pint of chili being mailed to some family member stranded by a job in some strange land like Colorado. Between my grandmother's sweet pickles, Zach's, and liver pudding (don't knock it till you try it), I don't know how I'll survive life outside of North Carolina.
posted by Luke McIntyre at 11/03/2006 03:04:00 AM
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