Sometimes there comes a time when you have to break out of your food box, throw caution to the wind and take the plunge into the steaming waters of Hot Dogville. Today’s disclaimer is that I don’t really like hot dogs very much, and, to extend the truth just a bit further into the tmi sphere, I often come down with a head cold after eating a hot dog or sausage shaped food item. But one thing I do like is a surprise, particularly when it's a pleasant surprise.
The Process:
Sac’s. I’ve been waiting for S day for weeks now just for the opportunity to write the word Sac over and over. It’s a deliciously nasty word, one that feels puerile on the tongue. Lung is another such word for me, evoking horror, disgust and ultimately a shimmer of delight. Tuna and I tried in vain to enlist some of the other colleagues to venture out of their own taco shells and Popeyes' boxes and order up something from Sac's. No matter, the two of us were on a mission. So, we climbed into my tiny little car and sped off towards the other side of town for a peek at Sac's. Imagine our delight when we arrived and saw a line outside the door and halfway around the smallish building. The line was, in a word or two, representative of the melting pot of America. The vast masses of heterogeneous people were here, in line, just to pick up a dog or two. America's National Food. I was definitely feeling a bit better about this. By the time we made it to the counter to place our order, I was wanting one of everything.
The Chow:
The claim is 100% beef and I believe 'em. Sac's claims tasty and boy, oh boy, are they right. (I can't believe that I'm actually raving about a hot dog, but it really was delicious.) I had the regular, basic dog with relish, ketchup and mustard. Tuna opted for one with cheese. And, he ordered the Spicy Dog. He said it was really good, and I believe him. I also believe the rumor that he found a little piece of something crunchy in it and later in the day had passed a hoof. No matter, the food was great and the service fantastic. I'd go back in a second.
The Wrap:
A dark horse is still a horse and I'm really glad that the hot dogs are 100 % beef.
The Rating: 4.5 out of 5.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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