Mark Sanchez of the New York Jets of the National Football League was caught on camera during the game last week versus the Oakland Raiders chowing down on a hot dog. Let's take a timeout on this one. I like hot dogs and have ate them while working on multiple occasions. I like that Mark enjoys a good wiener. More athletes should eat hot dogs when they play the Raiders. Shit, they should tap a Coors Party Ball and have the Silver Bullet train come rolling through Oaktown bringing that cool, winter wonderland party. I hope next time, they break out lasagna and casserole and set a table up with fine china and white linen.
Sanchez has since stated that he will "buy 500 hot dogs and 500 hamburgers, along with 500 buns and 500 rolls, from a local Morristown (New Jersey) A&P supermarket to donate to the Community Soup Kitchen of Morristown," according to a report from the Daily Record. To us, this is kind of like CC Sabathia bored and falling asleep in the dugout. Chill out folks-he likes to eat hot dogs.
So, what has your experience been with hot dogs? Nothing bad usually follows a hot dog eating bender. You can boil them, grill them, fry them, cook them in beer, with sauerkraut, with chili, in eggs, in noodles. The ‘Big Ben’ (named for the Steelers’ quarterback) is topped with seven french fries, coleslaw, and melted Cheddar cheese—a strangely delicious combo indeed. Along with smoked meat, Montreal’s contribution to heart attacks includes the steamée, slang for ‘steamed hot dog.’ They’re topped exclusively with onion, relish, and mustard. Ideally eaten in the back of my late grandfather’s blue Oldsmobile Cutlass and a hot Canuck broad.
A classic Jersey chili dog; cooked in the fryer. Yum.
Anyway, it's a fucking hot dog.
Here is to Good Eats Mark!
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