[Unfortunately, nor does Jean Valjean know what a hot dog entails... The image conjured by such a name strikes him as rather gruesome, but he can concede that different lands must hold different customs.
And so, with a nod to Nott, he turns to address the man in charge of the cart, who asks what they will have. Coins exchange hands. The bacon-wrapped hot dog is seized from the grill, sizzling with grease, with a pair of tongs and slipped into a bun; the man passes the paper boat of food to Jean Valjean, and he passes it on to Nott. For himself, who keeps a modest diet and rarely indulges in meat, he orders what seems to be the least extravagant item on the menu: in essence, the Nadril version of French Fries, involving a variety of hearty root vegetables.]
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And so, with a nod to Nott, he turns to address the man in charge of the cart, who asks what they will have. Coins exchange hands. The bacon-wrapped hot dog is seized from the grill, sizzling with grease, with a pair of tongs and slipped into a bun; the man passes the paper boat of food to Jean Valjean, and he passes it on to Nott. For himself, who keeps a modest diet and rarely indulges in meat, he orders what seems to be the least extravagant item on the menu: in essence, the Nadril version of French Fries, involving a variety of hearty root vegetables.]
Is it good?