Brazilian dogs

 Hotdog stands here are a thing. I've kind of avoided them because the hamburgers are so ba-nu-nus but tonight was the night. I was walking home with my bachelorette dinner of Corona and cookies in a bag on my arm when I noticed the local hotdog shack was open. A rarity. I stepped to the plate and ordered one. The lady clarified, "only one?" -- I concurred and without further questions she started working on my order. Her back was to me so I couldn't see what was happening but it took more time that one would expect. When I got home, I opened the container and there was my prize: my first Brazilian hotdog. On further inspection, the sausage was in there. It was on top of a mysterious red sauce and under some corn and peas, which were covered with pico de gallo topped with a layer of mayonnaise smothered with shredded carrots and potato chip crumbles and all wrapped in a rapidly sogging bun. If it sounds horrendous, it was, but at least now I know. Bon appetite!