Doogie’s

So one day, I said to my husband, “You never take me anywhere nice to eat anymore.”

He said, “What are you talking about? We just went to Olive Garden.”

I said, “I’m only going to say this one more time …”

Anyway, I shouldn’t have looked the gift horse in the mouth.

He took me to Doogie’s, Home of the World’s Longest Hot Dog.

I ate about a quarter of it, went back to it once and tried again, but then I lost interest in it after that and the other twelve inches went to waste, because bigger is not necessarily better. However, I can now cross the longest hot dog in the world off my life-list.

I think my husband thinks this is going to get him off the hook, datewise, but I still would like to dress up and go eat where the decor does not include any signs that say, “Red Sox Fans Welcomed. Yankees Fans Tolerated.”

Submitted by golfwidow

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