Another Birthday here and gone and eating hotdogs for a month and blogging about it maybe the highlight of the year. Sure I may have a had a baby during Mustache month (more on that later) but seeking out the best rollerdog has to earn a top spot in this years ESPY's. Here you see a complimentary shirt given to me by the owner of Chicago Dawg and the signature hotdog on the menu. One would think a combination of pickle, relish, peppers, mustard, and a bun would be suspect. You would be wrong. Then you would try it and be dead wrong. And then the owner would beat you for doubting. That's no joke, I heard a customer ask if something "was any good." After an inquisitive stare and a flurry of condiments that same customer probably won't walk again. A fine birthday and several friends stopped by. A special thanks to The Doug for showing me the Chicago Dawg Ropes and Mrs. Pig for organizing. It's off to the Roller world where apparently Quick Trip has an afternoon delight special*.
Couple of breakfast sausages over the weekend.
2 roller dogs at the gas station 72nd and F. won't even comment on it.
1 roller at Phillips 66 near Sapp Brothers. Quality dog was elevated but condiments were typical and average. (i know typical and average are the same thing I just want to stress how normal it was).
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