About Eric Levin
When you're in Union, there is only one place to go for hot dogs--the Galloping Hill Inn. No matter that it isn't really an inn. It looks more like a diner with a big takeout area in the back, which is where the action is.
Yesterday at lunchtime, business was reasonably brisk, but there is so much seating–including a number of round picnic tables with umbrellas–that this row of stools was vacant and the poor little Hunt’s ketchup bottle had no one to give it a squeeze.
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