Thursday, August 21, 2008
A Day Devoted to Dogs
The goods. Vienna Beef motherfuckers.
A couple of bros that know a thing or two about fucking hot dogs. Recognize.
A lot of happy Hot Dog eating faces right here.
Few can strong arm a dog like this Superbeast.
Makin' sweet love to a dog, Cuban style.
LMFH. Princess of Dog Day Afternoon.
Hot Dogs. God love 'em. There's nothing quite like snapping the natural casing of an all-beef while anticipating a taste bud celebration. If you side with the great Chicago hot dog engineers of yore, it's the sum of the parts that makes a real American loving man salivate uncontrollably. You need the neon nitro green relish, the pickle spears, the sliced tomato, the celery salt, and the Plochman's yellow mustard. You better be rolling strong with the Plochman's.
Here at Carmichael Lynch we do not hesitate to take things to the extreme. We ride the razor's edge. We dangle our balls precariously over the lunatic fringe. We go for the gold, even if we have to bend a lead pipe over the competition's knee cap. When we decided to enjoy another day eating hot dogs with our buddies, we did it to the fucking max. The way God intended.
We ordered the goods from the source. We steamed buns. We offered grilled and boiled dogs. Then we high-fived and slapped each other's backsides. I challenge anyone to find a better way to stuff your face for lunch.