Well if you know me, this will come as no surprise; and if you don't know me, what the hell are you doing reading this blog....get a life you web surfer.The fast food ban was never going to work, was it? I mean come on, you know me. What am I without fast food? I just don't want to be that guy, ever.
I've made healthy, or rather smart changes. I am more cautious in my choices of fast food. I have drawn the line at chains, and really only seek out REAL food at fast food places; you know, hot dogs, pizza and tacos. Nothing mass produced.
But what I've said above is not really news. Nobody thought I was done with fast food, nobody.
What IS news is that Mr. Picky, Mr. No Sauces has made another quantum leap toward a normal life. After a six month experiment with mustard, I decided on a whim last week dive in whole hog. I had a Chicago Style dog, and I liked it!
Note: the Chicago Style dog is the one pictured on the right, it features mustard, sweet relish, tomato, onion and pepper and is lined with a pickle.
Just to reassure you that the universe is NOT ending, I will go on record here and now and say MAYONNAISE will NEVER make the cut. That is a NON ISSUE, don't want to talk about it. Mayonnaise is EVIL, end of story.
But back to the Chicago Style dog. It was easy. It was flavorful. It really was easy. The trick was to sit back and let the hot dog do all the work.
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Hot dog, FOP! When are you going to do a blog post demonstrating that a medieval serf (as opposed to a post-modern web surfer), if given the choice between cat poop and a twinkie, would definitely opt for the twinkie? I have a title for you: What it took to win a debate with a former number one debater in the state of Washington.
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