Every one loves going to the stadium for different reasons. One reason that is universal to all, regardless of whether you partake, is stadium food. There’s just something so good about it-the saltiness, the foil wrapping, the pump mustard… When I go to any sports venue to watch a real sport, I cave and get one hot dog. Sometimes two if it’s dollar dog night at the Cyclones game.
Here’s where the free advice comes into play…
Carrie took me to a Columbus Bluejackets game Saturday night. While there, we went for the mid-game snack and found the hot dog stand. But these were no ordinary hot dogs. Nope. The selection was for the Kosher Beef dog, which Carrie enjoyed immensely, and the Half Pound foot long. Which looked amazing. I mean, it was a half pound of hot dog and a bun which was in equal portion to managing that beast. I took the chance.
If you ever see the half pound hot dog, and believe it to be an amazing feet of food processing worth taking the dare, go ahead and wimp out on it. It was a fantastic dog. I’m not going to lie. It was prepared to complete done-ness, the bun was fresh, warm and moist, and the deli mustard finished perfectly on the pallatte. That’s about where the perfection ends.
The half pound hot dog stays with you for a while. It haunts you through the night. In Soviet Russia, the half pound hot dog eats you! You may have a bad dream because of the half pound hot dog. And you will need an IV before, during, and after enjoying it because there is enough sodium to shrink your retinas.
There you go. You’re welcome.
22 February 2009 at 8:06 pm
two things…
one, beef hot dogs suck.
two, stadium dogs make me fart for days. i can down dogs at the house with no post game issues. but i feel terrible for the people who sit behind me at Reds games as i’m pounding 3-4 PORK dogs in the 3rd inning.
26 February 2009 at 2:42 pm
your half pound hot dog stayed with me a while
you knew that was coming when you hit that ’submit’ button
16 March 2009 at 11:48 am
Ballpark Hot Dogs are awesome, BUT they are still a distant second behind a hot dog at the turn when you’re playing golf! I have no idea why, but I always have to get a dog at the turn.
Also when that horrible “football” team on the river opened up their new stadium the rolled out Polish Sausage ON A HOAGIE BUN! And all the fixings you want, peppers and onions, saurkraut (we are in Cincinnati (damn Germans)) etc. They were a steal at $5 in my eyes because you could eat one and be satisfied. Somehow the Polish Sausage stands have all disappeared, and the team is once again in the crapper… Coincidence… you decide.