Knock Loud, Kranksy Sausages, and an offer of Free Stories
For the last few months of 2011, I developed a Friday routine: finish work, walk across the Victoria Bridge, and stop for dinner at the street vendors set up at the top of the Queen Street Mall. There were only a handful of options available, but they were pretty damn good options: a place offering German sausages with sauerkraut; a place that did a mighty fine steamed BBQ pork bun; a couple who produced some of the weirdest and tastiest cinnamon donuts I’ve ever tasted (and, for bonus points, the damn things were the size of my head). Then Christmas happened, and New Years, and there were a few weeks where I didn’t go to work, and by the time all that had passed there weren’t any food vendors at the top of Queen Street Mall on a Friday evening and I started picking up cheap take-out before doing some Friday Night Shopping. Which isn’t a bad plan, by any means, but it’s
