. . .blood sausage, black pudding, morcilla. . .
There's a Latin cafeteria across the street from my apartment building. Open 24 hours a day; they serve, in addition to maybe the best roast chicken in lower Manhattan, an excellent morcilla, as well as mondongo (tripe soup), trotters, and other delicacies dear to my heart. I was so happy when they opened; at last, if I want blood sausage at three o'clock in the morning, it's mine for the asking