--------------------------------------
Speaking of old guys crashing, Matt Lauer hit a deer and went over the bars, dislocating his shoulder. Where in the world is. . . Matt Lauer? In the Emergency Room, apparently. Get well soon, Matt, we miss your embarassingly cloying mugging for the camera, like a male Julia Roberts. Oh, wait a minute...
--------------------------------------
A riot occurs in a kosher eatery when the proprietor attempts to serve hot dogs that weren't quite kosher.
It's not what you would expect: a worker in a NYC eatery caught on tape fending off a group of Jewish patrons with an electric knife.
"I was petrified – stuff was going through my mind," a patron who didn't want his name used said. "I want to live. I don't want to get stabbed for a hot dog."
What is this khazerei? Didn't want to get stabbed for a hot dog, eh? I guess the boy has never had a chili dog with chili cheese fries from Ben's Chili Bowl. I'd take a shank, for their chili frank. But only if it had onions and cheese on it too.
But seriously... man doesn't bite dog... now that's news!
--------------------------------------
Charles Murray has an interesting opinion piece on what he sees as the coming intersection of science, social science, family, faith, and other stuff. I'm not sure I buy all of his predictions but I probably buy a lot of his current observations regarding social trends. Most of us would acknowledge at some level that culture matters; Murray's position is that we're about to discover that it matters for evolutionary reasons. We shall see.
14 comments:
You absolutely must go to The Dog House in new Castle, DE. They kick Ben's a$$. It's worth the drive and the ridiculous DE toll traffic. What's with that toll anyway? It's always backed up the length of the state.
Its not cool to say anything negative bout the chilli bowl ...especially as a new guy in town...
This has made my whole day. Just when I thought I had really important stuff to worry about like paying the rent and being just able to eat...
It will suprise you just what a person will eat when really hungry. Just ask the Irish.
-B
Chuck, it's not just the very good chili and the okay half smokes, it's the wave of history that washes over you. When the Dog House can match that I'll shut up about Ben's.
Chris - I have a bat autographed by the Homestead Grays and some of the people thought to be Washington Senators. (Nobody went to their games so nobody knows for sure). I have a picture of Chuck to send you. You know what to do.
Bluenoser - you're from Nova Scotia, right? I'm guessing you're about to cite canned lettuce as an example of the depths to which hungry men will sink.
BTW, all, for the record - my favorite hotdog place in the world is Heids in Syracuse. It's 100+ years old and serves coney dogs, and their own brand of birch beer. Tremendous stuff.
http://www.roadfood.com/Reviews/Overview.aspx?RefID=480
Ben's is a freaking johnny come lately compared to Sloan's Dog House.
Okay, I was afraid you were going to force me to bust out the heavy artillery, Chuck, and there you had to go and do it.
If you want to throw out the superlatives, I have to go with Heids of Syracuse as *the best* hot dog stand in the world. No ifs, ands, or buts.
http://www.waymarking.com/waymarks/WM28K3
The coney dogs are made by local butcher, Hoffmans, which are in a two-man league with Rochester's Zweigle's for "Best Hot Dogs."
Damn, I didn't want to get all provincial and snotty about it but you forced my hand. FWIW, you can get Hoffman's Coneys at Wegmans, in the butcher's counter.
Only the cans soldered together with lead Jim.
Ahh so. I never said "best." I did say "better," specifically better than Ben's. No doubt there are some mothas out there that have some mean ass coney dogs (try and find someone within 20 miles of Detroit who is congenitally capable of calling a hot dog anything but a coney dog - weird things you pick up spending too much time in Detroit - do they do that upstate?), but The Doghouse is certainly worth a stop. Especially to gird me for a visit to the inlaws, as happened this weekend.
I think Russert raved about one of your places in his autobiography.
For sheer weird, there's a place off the Post Road in Larchmont, NY that sells dogs out of a Chinese pagoda. Good dogs, too.
Funny story about the non-kosher hot dogs at the kosher restaurant. Still, it's unacceptable. After all, even the guys at Squadra Coppi managed to get kosher hot dogs offered up as a prime at the Tacchino Ciclocross (to which The Complete Jewish Cyclist didn't even have the decency to contest for - oy gevult, dos is a shonda!!!).
I know it's unacceptable. But the the thing about the guy going on a reign of terror with the electric knife is comedy gold, Jerry... comedy gold! I've used an electric knife and they only way you could hurt somebody with it is if you got them to hold still for a bit while you cut away.
Jim,
It sure was comedy gold, and it goes to show just how little it takes for some to fear for their lives.
-B
Chuck - okay, truce on the Dog wars. FWIW, we call dogs dogs, and call bratwurst dogs too, but white dogs - dog-sized variations on weisswurst or white (veal) bratwurst - are called coneys or coneydogs. I'll also note that there's a pop/soda line somewhere near Rochester. East of Rochester, you go for a soda. West of Rochester, you drink pop with your coney.
Bluenoser - urbanites are generally more easily scared than rural types. Pull that ridiculous shit in rural Upstate NY - think Petitwawa but with a somewhat lower White:Aboriginal population, and there's a good chance you get shot, or some Yankeebubba doesn't even bother to slap leather but just beats your ass. Not sure how the predominantly Jewish suburbs of a few upstate cities would have handled this situation, but I will note that an orthodox deli owner in Syracuse once started to come over the counter at me for insulting his pastrami sandwich, which honestly sucked, so I suspect that all of the Upstate populations tend to be a bit tougher than their downstate counterparts.
Culture matters, all right, but maybe not in a good way.
That's my point, B-eD. Culture can help raise you up or bring you down; it's like peer pressure on a neighborhood, town or national level. It's the broth in which the Campbell's Chunks float around and emanate their tasty goodness.
It's like if I started hanging out with a bunch of boozed up, odd facial-hair-having sometimes-dress-wearing weirdo single speed mountain bikers. Next thing you know, I'd be riding a bike with fat tires, lose the use of my adjectives other than "sweet," start drinking homebrew and grow my leg hair out until it can be braided.
I would blame it on the culture. Totally.
Post a Comment