Guys, I’d like to be serious for a moment.
You know, good buddies hanging out and eating hot dogs together is a fucking wonderful thing. I hope as you guys drive home tonight you take a moment to thank the good lord for good buddies who like eating hot dogs with their hot dog eating faces. I’m serious. There’s a lot of people in the world who would love to eat hot dogs with good buddies. But they don’t have good buddies. And they don’t have hot dogs. Or maybe they do have good buddies, but those buddies don’t like hot dogs. In fact, maybe they think hot dogs are what douche bags eat. Well, I feel sorry for those people. I feel sorry for them and their stupid asshole lives.
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Um lampin, um lampin, um cole cole lampin
I got loowies boy, um not trampin
I just came from Da-crib ya know
Um on da go-throw ya tank into metro
Live lyrics from the bank of reality
I kick da flyest dope maneuver technicality
To a dope track, you wanna hike git out ya backpack
Um in my Flav-mobile cole lampin
I took dis g upstate cole lampin
Ta da poke-a-nose, we call da hide-a-ways
A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito Lays
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Nothing like some dogs getting together for some good times in North Minneapolis. Nathan's Beef Franks were on the menu and did not disappoint. It was an evening filled with beers, laughs, and a heated argument about how many pine trees Casey's mom has on her property.
In a defiant act of rogue hot dog creationism, we have buddy Clint with an all beef frank topped with relish, sriracha, and a nifty little slice of sweet potato.
Later on that night we ran into these major dudes in front of a bar that calls itself a "station" that is on 22nd Avenue. Buddy Casey Brewer wasted no time in making sure we would be able to remember them forever. After a little convincing, they agreed to pose for the photo of the century. Thank you Tom Petty and his little buddy. You mean more to us than you will ever know.
Monday, April 21, 2008
This weekend my buddy Jake and I ventured into St. Paul to visit the much talked about Gopher Bar. This place has one food option and that is their legendary coney dog.
We each had two with extra cheese and we both could have eaten one possibly two more. These were some of the best dogs this dog has ever had. The buns were toasted just right and the amount of sauce was perfect. Highly recommended.
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Friday, April 18, 2008
Two dogs in one bun. That's how they do it at the German Hot Dog Co. in the skyway level of the TCF building in downtown Minneapolis. I didn't believe the man behind the counter until he pointed to a large picture of the subject in question on the wall. "See. Two dogs. One bun." he said. I looked up at the picture and I'll be goddamned if there wasn't two german style dogs nestled tightly in the bosom of that German potato bun--right there in front of me. So I ordered one. But got two! The only available toppings are onions, brown mustard, sauerkraut and parsley. Fine by me. Like most German engineered products, they were well built if not a little expensive. This was an extra special dog hunt because bearded buddy Gabe Gathman was right there with me, every step of the way.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
I snapped this photo of buddy Casey Brewer and buddy Ultimate Metal Dude at the Ozzy Osbourne Halloween concert. On first sniff he smelled of crystal meth and body odor. But underneath that was the unmistakable scent of good times. Unfortunately, he was in and out of our lives faster than you can say speedball. Ultimate Metal Dude, we hardly knew ye.
I've been making these since I learned how to cuss. Place cheese in bun (I use the cheapest singles I can find), place dog in bun over cheese, wrap in paper towels (not sure if this does anything but I do it anyway), microwave for one minute, dress up with whatever you desire and eat them in less time than it takes to skin a cat.
A couple of Chicago dogs from Minneapolis skyway joint Franks a Million. Although I didn't enjoy these with a buddy they were some satisfying dogs nonetheless. Tip: while I like all the fixin's just as much as the next buddy, I also like a dog that is manageable and can be handled and consumed entirely without the aid of a utensil such as a fork. If you share that philosophy, I suggest you ask them to go light on the fixin's.