The Wiener's Circle
This, ladies and gentlemen, is the dawn of a new day. A day that we had feared since our earliest childhood barbeques, our high school ventures to sports stadiums, and our New York City street cart-based munchies.
Today is the day that we became incapable of finishing a hot dog.
|And Considering This Is Our Type of Go-To Restaurant, This Is No Small Development|
|Is There a Doctor on the Premises?|
|Death by Hot Dog|
|Would It Be Possible to Just Yell Our Order Inside After We Collapse on Your Picnic Tables?|
|Um, Wait a Minute -- Where's the Hot Dog?!|
And those first three bites were almost enough to make us gag.
|For the Record, Gagging Is Never a Good Sign|
|Introducing the New Chicago Classic: The Pickle Dog|
And this circumstance is how we come to the most depressing Bucket List item of our lives: we throw out half of a hot dog.
|Seriously, Where IS the Beef?!|
To be fair, the following day, we give the char dog another try at Gold Coast Dogs downtown, and the situation is a vast improvement.
|Look at That -- Real Beef!|
|Dear Ted Allen: Wrong Choice|
Blame everything on the neon green relish.
The Wiener's Circle Char Dog: 3 stars