Doing something wrong

Mike and I cruised by a new house on the market in CT in a neighborhood we liked. When we went to turn around, there was this huge stone and shingle house (classic snooty New England style, but I just really love the stone and shingle despite how impratical it is). Parked next to the estate was one of the local hot dog lunch trucks. In our town, there are 3 trucks that park at regular spots every day. I wonder what they charge for those hot dogs?