Dante's to the Rescue

Last night my beau and I were rockin' hard to the Black Keys in SoDo. Hunger had set in strong after dancing, drinking, and what not....but we were Ballardites in a foreign land. It became clear on the ride home accross the Ballard Bridge that a quick stop on Old Ballard Ave was in order. I love Ballard Ave post-midnight because most of the 30-something crowd that does NOT live in Ballard heads back home to their babysitters and/or condo. We parked right in front of Hattie's and had two of the best butterflied and cream-cheesed hot dogs ever. Thanks, Dante.