Standing in a snack bar is a good way of getting to know a city.
The Sausage Shack, on John Dalton Street, is the perfect example of that. From its windows, you can see lanyard-clad office workers zip from meeting to meeting, construction workers glug energy drinks down in a rare break from the sun, and lines of buses crawling past stops.
Inside, you get all manner of customers after a quick bite to eat. At the moment, it’s quiet, in a lull period between lunch and dinner.
