Ten hot dogs?
How does one topple 10 hot dogs?
For those who don’t know, I’m a hot dog nut. I’d go so far as to say I am a bit of an aficionado. I savor my hot dogs.
Usually, when I go to a hot dog joint, I get two — one with yellow mustard and one plain. Usually there’s no added “fluff” on a dog, outside of places where it’s needed (for example, when I was in Chicago and got a Chicago-style dog).
But I always get a plain one so I can really appreciate the taste of the dog.
I’ve been known to go an hour or more out of my way to try a local hot dog joint (though, ironically enough, I’ve yet to visit a hot dog place in a town where I work — and pass by the place a couple of times per week), and when I am planning a day of activities, hot dog places are usually my first search for food stops.
I’ve been known to travel extra to hit the original Nathan’s at Coney Island, though I’ve yet to be there live for the annual hot dog eating contest. It is something I’d like to do one day.
During those travels, I’ve had really good hot dogs and some not-so-good hot dogs. It’s rare for me to think a hot dog is truly bad. Though, when in college, we went to a wrestling show at the Legion hall in Hazelton, Pa. The hot dogs there were downright awful … and I’m shocked I didn’t get sick from them.
But I digress.
What about 10 hot dogs? All right… jeez… I am getting to that.
For me, though, where are hot dogs really prevalent? At the ball park. I’m a baseball nut, so it goes naturally. In fact, I have a hard time remembering any trip to a park where there wasn’t a hot dog eaten. (There are also places I am hoping to one day have a dog, such as Wrigley Field or a Dodger Dog in LA).
This past summer when I went on the Summer of Baseball Tour? I had at least one hot dog at every park I visited. Sometimes they were really good, sometimes not so much. The times we stopped somewhere before the game to eat? That usually meant one hot dog around the seventh inning.
After all, I had to try one.
A few years ago, before I had the reality of diabetes and health concerns take over, I went with my brother, a cousin and his son to a Phillies game. The dogs at Citizens Bank Park are Hatfields, and they are awesome.
But they are also expensive. That usually means one or two of them, with a drink and maybe some fries or something is your dinner.
However, it was dollar dog night.
Yes, you read that right. That means hot dogs for that night cost a buck. Yee ha!
Needless to say, we took advantage.
I’m pretty sure I didn’t reach 10 hot dogs that night, but I came close. However, if I remember right, it was about the seventh inning when the promotion was ending. So we made a run for a final bunch of dogs. The vendor I ran into had 10 left. So I bought them all.
We didn’t eat them all.
I was looked at rather crazy when I came back with all of them. So we divided them up and gave a couple to people around us.
Since that night, I haven’t been to a dollar dog night in Philly. Honestly? I’m not sure I could do it again because I don’t know if I could avoid the temptation of trying for 10 dogs.
How ’bout them dogs?
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