tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550235196991576571.post8974508960365323692..comments2023-10-25T04:59:19.971-07:00Comments on Eating From the Ground Up: tom'salanachernilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02871098814944560411noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550235196991576571.post-949946323016150912010-02-28T20:28:33.278-08:002010-02-28T20:28:33.278-08:00I don't love the HV dogs, sad to say. Give me ...I don't love the HV dogs, sad to say. Give me a Sabrett's with kraut, any day. Or better yet, give me a plane ticket to Chicago...celery salt? electric green relish? Bring 'em on.Paige Orloffhttp://thesisterproject.com/orloffnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5550235196991576571.post-61051845570329066042010-02-27T14:55:18.758-08:002010-02-27T14:55:18.758-08:00What Alana is describing, here, her Capital H HotD...What Alana is describing, here, her Capital H HotDog, is really a bratwurst. I love the bratwurst. In fact, it may be the chief reason I make sure to hit all the Fall festivals in these parts. The substantial bun, the grainy mustard--I get it. But that's not a hot dog. Luckily, those once-a-year, perfect hotdogs that Alana craves are pretty much all she needs, and she is nice enough to brave the experience of the multitude of substandard fare that constitutes my idea of bliss. Thanks for going to Tom's, hon.Joeynoreply@blogger.com