What is "frankfurter"

Usage examples of "frankfurter".

As far as I could understand the distinction, it was just like Bockwurst and Frankfurter: they have their special names, but they look and taste exactly the same.

Lampley, the butcher, delivered his tender, succulent steaks and chops and roasts, and his deliciously fragrant home-made sausage, headcheese, liverwurst, and fat red frankfurters.

Italian marble walls, the chamber filled with expectation, then surprise, as Chief Justice Warren looked past Frankfurter, then looked past Black to recognize a gravelly voiced New Jerseyite, Justice William Joseph Brennan, Jr.

In separate concurring opinions Chief Justice Stone and Justice Frankfurter reserved judgment on the question of territorial jurisdiction.

Frankfurter, cured in the penitentiary of his supposedly chronic osteomyelitis, was making himself useful as an official in Israel s defense ministry.

In a lengthy opinion, in which he registered his concurrence with both decisions, Justice Frankfurter set forth extensive statistical data calculated to prove that labor unions not only were possessed of considerable economic power but by virtue of such power were no longer dependent on the closed shop for survival.

Above the exhaust fumes, frankfurters, dog poop, and urine, there was a sweet but not cloying odor.

Aside from inventing the Herculean frankfurters, my brother had little interest in the family business.

Other actors were disapproving if you were too clued up on foreign affairs or the stock market, if you ostentatiously read the Economist or Frankfurter Allgemeine at rehearsals.

Dorgan drew an amusing sketch of a dachshund inside a frankfurter bun, and from that time on, the German sausage had a new American name.

And frankfurters are a type of German sausage made of pork and beef.

But it's an energy-intensive trick, uses up a lot of frankfurters and moo goo gai pan, so we better get out of here.

He could not polish the fountain on the bar, and the few frankfurters boiling on the griddle probably would go to waste.

As those SWAT agents help their more conventional brethren deal with the cowboys and secure the restaurant, they will hear about the kid who was the object of the chase, and they will remember the boy standing in the parking lot, clutching a half-gallon container of orange juice and a package of frankfurters, with a dog at his side.

Artifacts Division had done their usual thorough job of researching contemporary fashions and tailoring authentic replicas, but he hoped that this style was close to what Emma Pannes had worn when she and her husband had left the Frankfurter Hof earlier this evening.