I recently went to Superdawg (damn you Mr. Pie, for planting the idea in my head). It was our last day of gluttonous freedom before our promise to be good until Thanksgiving.
Mr. Pie ordered the Whoopskidog and thought it was great. I ordered two Superdawgs with everything but peppers (and did not "desecrate" it with ketchup; I didn't want Maurie to be ashamed of me). The fries were very good, but again, softer than I like because of the packaging, although they were not all piled on top and covered in condiments as I remembered. The dogs were tasty, but I stand by my conviction that they are too small and run-of-the-mill for $5.50 apiece. Cleaning out my purse just now I realized I had two 2-for-1 coupons to Ivy just down the street; considering the wait at Superdawg, I could have been there and back in less time and supported a lesser-known biz. The chocolate malt at Superdawg, however thin ("so thick we put straws in them only to prove that you can't draw them through" is not exactly true), is a good reason to return.
By the way, where do non-drive-in customers park? I didn't want to block a speaker. It looks like you're there for either park 'n' eat or walk-ins, unless you park on that side street to the south?
I want to have a good body, but not as much as I want dessert. ~ Jason Love
There is no pie in
Nighthawks, which is why it's such a desolate image. ~ Happy Stomach
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