When I was in the 11th grade I was sitting in english class and I was very bored. When the teacher started to write on the blackboard (with her back towards us) I impulsively pushed open the window and jumped out (it was on the first floor so I was safe) I ran across the street to walter's hot dog stand and bought a dog for everyone in the class. Then I ran back to the window, waited for her to write on the board again and climbed back in. I handed out the dogs and when she turned back around we were all happily munching.
I loved their mustard more than the dogs and at my 15th HS reunion I tried to bribe one of my old friends who had worked there to give me the recipe but she remained loyal to walters. I know you can buy the mustard now... it is the best anywhere (and I now know the recipe)
