Freddy sells Italian sausages and dawgs on Washington Street, right outside the Boston Historical Society headquarters.
While I can't picture John Adams scarfing one of Freddy's sausages, all living carnivores should hit this stand.
A Better Bun
He uses fresh bread that won't crumble after the first bite (is there anything more irritating in a large city?)
His bread has a lot of those yellow seeds on it--not poppy, the other kind. Whatever you call 'em, they remind me of a bygone era...one of solvent pension funds, high employment rates and neighborhood delis.
Pick the Peppers
Ask for everything, and Freddy drops a mountain of peppers and onions on your sausage. I daresay he gives more toppings than Linda, but not by much.
Julio, a souvenir vendor with a stand on the same block, said that Freddy studied for five years to master the art of grilling.
He may have embellished, but I'm not when I say that these sausages pack a wallop. I haven't tried the dawgs yet. But you'll have to get down there fast (like, tomorrow) if you plan to eat one before me.
Check out my interview with Freddy below.
Old Statehouse Sausage! from The Hungry Heart on Vimeo.
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