Since I just commented on Walrus’s post about Oscar Meyer Weiners, I got to wondering:
[Forget the condiments. Put them aside, for a minute. (Condiment joke, there.)]
If you had your preference, would you order a hot dog that was:
boiled
fried
grilled, or
microwaved;
– – –
on a bun that was:
baked
grilled, or
fresh?
My answer: preferably (if it wasn’t so dubious) from a street vendor cart, on a fresh bun. Like in my youth. I lived so dangerously. Like a freaking James Bond.
Grilled dog on a grilled bun.
I want to try one of these
I laughed out loud.
This guy rules!
I’m so damn hungry for hot dogs for the second time tonight!
Grilled reindeer dog on a grilled bun with sweet mustard.
— Mrs. Claus
Grilled – absolutely
Can’t you provide some kind of grid chart?
Lord help me, it’s too complex for me. But see my response to Conservatarian, below: it would have to accomodate a 1-100 ranking for each choice… Plus chili.
Roasted over a campfire on a toasted bun
+65!
I prefer my hot dogs done by a vendor at Yankee Stadium on a lazy July evening.
Dallas Hot wieners in Kingston, NY is the only way I’ll eat hot dogs.
They’re fan-farging-tastic.
3 no onions with fries and an RC, until they stopped having RC and got spit Pepsi.
Capitol Lunch Hot Dogs,
New Britain, CT.
‘Nuff said.
As an odd coincidence my girlfriend used to live in New Britain.
I knew her!
God I hope not.
Yeah. She was shortish, but kind of tallish, but one or the other. You couldn’t miss her. Spoke English. Yeah, that was her!
What was the color of her hair?
Well let me tell you ’bout the way she looked
The way she’d acted, the color of her hair
Her voice was soft and cool
Her eyes were clear and bright
But she’s not there
Well no one told me about her
What could I do?
Well no one told me about her
Though they all knew
But it’s too late to say you’re sorry
How would I know, why should I care?
Please don’t bother trying to find her
She’s not there!
She isn’t, she moved a few years back.