A penguin and a polar bear are sitting on an iceberg. The penguin yells, "No Soap Radio!" They both jump in the water.

Friday, November 03, 2006

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.

Full column

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.


Post a Comment

<< Home