Archives for the month of: February, 2005

Braving the risk of exile from my adopted community (and perhaps Western NY) I must proclaim the following:

Superdawg kicks Zweigle’s pasty white-hot bootie!

Admittedly, being at heart a Long Islander, I’ve never quite understood the White Hot. But I’ve always thought Rochester Street Meat was the best I had ever had. Then came last night. Behold the Superdawg:

  • A poppy-seed bun! Get that through your head! POPPY SEED BUN!
  • Neon Green Relish!
  • Chopped Onion!
  • Piccalilli (Green Tomato)!
  • A pickle!
  • Hot, Sport Peppers!
  • and just a pinch of celery salt!
  • All served on a bed of Superfries!

This experience has led me to a new social theory:

Superdawg + Vanilla Milkshake = Happiness

Seriously, Zweigles is going to have to step it up to compete. They’ve been resting on the Rah-Cha-Cha mystery meat hot sauce thing for too long!

humorous aside: the blogger spell check keeps wanting to replace Zweigles with “seagulls.”…

on second thought that might not be so funny after all.

For those who were interested in the Reinhold Niebuhr discussion that has been occuring on the topic I posted a few days ago, I managed to track down his work The Irony of American History from whence the quote came. I’m not going to get a chance to read it for a bit, but I thought those with time on their hands might be interested.

I’m psyched, this evening I’ll be going out for a Chicago Hot Dog at Superdawgs, which is on the other side of town. According to Zagat’s it’s one of the best dogs in the city. More on that tomorrow.