I'm not much of a hotdog guy. Maybe 3 a year over the past 3 years and that includes several trips to Wrigley Field. For some reason hot pretzels always seem more appealing. Living in Wisconsin, my brat intake is probably at a level not recommended by my insurance provider. Maybe it's a regional thing as my Chicago-based future in-laws are all about hotdogs and would probably shun the bratwurst if offered. For months now a buddy of mine (Illinois born and bred) has been touting the deliciousness of the hotdogs at a place not exactly known for their culinary prowess. All I have heard from this guy regarding food is that the hotdogs at Home Depot are the best in all of Madison.
I had to call shenanigans on that decree. You're telling me that the best hotdogs in all the Mad City are to be had at the same place I purchase deck nails? That cannot be possible. Not even close. While I will agree that the gumball selection is top notch I can't seem to remember a time when I went out to buy a door hinge and thought to myself, "man, this door hinge is sweet but what I could really go for is a hotdog." I've seen the stand but have never paid more attention to it than thinking how weird it is that there's a a hotdog stand at Home Depot.
That all changed today. After having to discuss the questionability of the quality of the Home Depot dog yet again while watching Illinois get wrecked in the Rose Bowl, a link to the internet's foremost hotdog rating site found its way into my inbox. Hotdogchicagostyle.com rated the hotdogs at the Home Depot cart a 9.3 out of 10. Well, that was good enough for me so we hopped in the car at lunch and headed to the Depot.
I gotta tell you, the dog was stellar. Mine came with mustard (ketchup is for suckers), relish, tomatoes, celery salt and a pickle spear. Diagnosis? Delicious. They even rocked the "Voted Best Hotdog" sign although their placement strategy needs a little tinkering. It's not usual that I take care of a third of my annual hotdog intake by the second day of the year but it did rouse the age old question on the way back to headquarters. "If you were a hotdog, would you eat yourself?" I will tell you this much; if I were that hotdog I would smother myself in relish and this would be my final post. I bet I'd be delicious.