Lord knows I was probably as shocked as the next guy when this happened...
Out making the rounds, taking care of business, like I do, when I got the notion to try one of Sonic's Chicago dogs they have been touting. Unfortunately, the Sonic in New Albany had bitten the dust, and I was roughly fifty miles away at any rate. Then it hit me. There was a Sonic in Mt. Washington, KY, a nice place if you don't mind the fact that A) no one that lives there knows how to drive and B) that's a real pain in the ass when the two main streets are two lanes. So I swung in, debit card at the ready, hoping for the best, but not necessarily expecting it.
When what's her face eventually made it to my car, apologizing for the delay, as they were training a new cook, I took it in stride. One of the very few ways the good Lord has blessed me is I have never worked a fast food joint, and breaking in at any new job is a bitch. Taking the foil wrapped cardboard boat from the sack, I slid the prize from the wrapper and...
Holy shit, I thought to myself. I may have been struck speechless, but I was sure as hell thinking it. Grabbing my phone, I snapped a quick picture for posterity.
There, on the center console of my car, laid a fast food item that actually looked the same as it did in the commercial. I almost wanted to check for cameramen, just in case I has been cast in a guerrilla marketing campaign without realizing it. Hell, I almost didn't want to eat it, it looked that good, but I'm glad I did. As far as fast food went, it was pretty good, and as far as hot dogs went, it was pretty damn good, and I have frequented many street dog vendors and lived to tell the tale, so I know of good...
I'm not big on unsolicited endorsements, but if you ever find the crave for something different and find yourself near a Sonic, give the Chicago dog a whirl. It may not be the healthiest way to spend two bucks, but you won't give a fuck by the third bite...
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