Hot dogs are the Rodney Dangerfield of food and personally I’m sick of it. I once had a hot dog topped with an over easy quail egg, whole grain mustard and arugula. It was amazing. Fancy hot dogs are rare and usually treated with a nudge and a wink, but they’re SO GOOD. Like, why do I find burgers on every menu in America, but I’m lucky to find a hot dog on the kids menu? Who made these decisions, they’re terrible.
Hot dogs don’t need special mustard or tiny embryos to be special though. It can be a bagel dog, a Fenway Frank, or ordered shamelessly off the Friendly’s kid’s menu. I used to get a hot dog from a chichi café in the back bay and it came in a baguette. The best part is not acknowledging you’re eating asshole.
“If I were on fire, I’d like to think that people would hose me off before they asked me what Jesse was like in real life, but my experience suggests they’d probably do both simultaneously.”—Dave Holmes on Jesse Camp
“I know you think you’re being transgressive and edgy and bad-in-the-cool-way when you are careless with the trauma of strangers, but you’re not. You are being conservative. You are a conservative comedian. You are moving your art form backwards, you are a bully (a bully who has likely experienced bullying himself, which is the worst kind), and you are propping up the status quo in the most boring way possible. If that’s what you want, at least have the grace to own it.”—“Open Letter To White Male Comedians” is pretty much fire throughout but, as someone pretty openly fascinated with transgressive/abrasive art, this one is a degree off from being Mission-Statement-Altering. (via raptoravatar)