As we started through the line to order our casino lunch last Wednesday, I was pleased to see some new specials. They were nothing that I wanted, but I thought Hick might be tempted. So I could show you a new dish instead of Hick's usual burger!
The restaurant must have offered chili a few days previous, and had some leftovers to unload! I can't recall all the specials, but chili was a common denominator. One dish was Chili Cheese Fries. Another was a Chili Dog. Which is what Hick ordered. You know how he loves hot dogs. I'm shocked that he hasn't eaten more of the Ponytail Guy's FREE hot dogs so far. He has about 10 packs left. They are pretty small in diameter, though the normal length. When he grilled them, they reminded me of toothpicks. Or skewers, to account for the length. Hick put two per bun, they were so small.
Anyhoo... we're not here to talk about the Ponytail Guy's meat. We're here to discuss Hick's wiener. Heh, heh! One of our faculty used to ALWAYS read the school lunch menu to the kids, saying wieners instead of hot dogs. You might imagine how that went over in a classroom.
Anyhoo... Hick and I visualized a robust hot dog smothered in chili and cheese. Maybe like you might get at Sonic, although not a foot long. Imagine our surprise when Hick's meal arrived at the table.
THAT is a stubby wiener! Look at the size, compared to the container of sliced jalapeno, and the packet of sour cream! Hick had been so certain of getting a fat juicy loaded chili dog that he hadn't even ordered fries with it. I gotta say, I felt sorry for him.
At least he had his strawberry cheesecake to tide him over.
The Pony had the chocolate version. I think the cheesecake is packaged this way so two people can share a dessert. You know, a husband give a slice to his wife, or a son give a slice to his mother... Not Thevictorians! They don't think that way.
Lucky for me, I had a plentiful paper platter of food.
I had the Catfish Nuggets again, with tater tots. AND an almost-full plastic ramekin of tartar sauce this time. The nuggets were better, too. More than crispy skins. Mmm. There's our hoard of ketchup in the background. We didn't use it all, though Hick might have wanted to squeeze them into his ice left from the soda, and make a cup of pitiful man's gazpacho. He already had sour cream to top it with.
The Pony went with the Dairy-Queen-like Chicken Strips. He had three, but only ate two.
He left the fattest one for Hick, along with some of the honey mustard sauce. Warning: The Pony is a double-dipper! Hick didn't mind.
Nobody choked this time, but there WAS an issue with other diners. That tale tomorrow.
OK, now you're just using titles as click bait to attract readers of questionable moral values...ReplyDelete
Or to attract the 13-year-old selves of my regular readers...Delete
I would have had to have a piece of the chocolate cheese cake.ReplyDelete
I could have stabbed a fork in one slice and made a run for it, when The Pony flipped the lid for my photo. I think he would have tackled me before I made it two steps!Delete
I can't even see a weiner under all the chili sauce and shredded cheese. Are you sure there was one in the bun? Is that The Pony's delicate soft fingers holding the chicken strip?ReplyDelete
Poor Hick. Now his wiener is invisible, even for somebody actively looking for it! Yes, there was one on the bun, smaller than the school hot dogs served to students!Delete
Those are indeed The Pony's delicate soft fingers holding the chicken strip. It's not like he would be calloused from hard labor.
You are right, Hick's wiener is quite small and hard to see!! I hear that happens as men age. Sorry, I couldn't help myself.ReplyDelete
Nobody had wiener envy after seeing Hick's!Delete