The Mother of all Hot Dogs

May 10th, 2009: Why would someone go to Colombia to order a hot dog? After hearing some amazing things from the locals about the hot dogs and confirming its popularity by seeing a multitude of stands lining the streets, I had to try it. I must say…this hot dog crushes – completely dominates any hot dog that I have ever had - even a Costco dog. And what about the Ballpark Frank? Forget about the Crackerjacks, the dreadfully boring ball game and even the $11.00 beers that go hand and hand with this overpriced mix of meat!

So what is on this hot dog I purchased at Rapidogs? I had not a clue when I ordered it…do we even know what is in a hot dog? Really? Yeah – yeah – yeah - legend has it that there are bits and pieces of animal…stuff, but do we really know? So if we don’t know what is in it…does it really matter what is on it?

Wanting to have a Colombian theme night, minus the cocaine and beautiful women, I needed to find out what made this hot dog so special. I did some extensive research on the Internet and came up with nothing but a massive amount of conflicting information...and porn. Having to go back to the establishment that I purchased this creation, I wrote down the ingredients and quickly headed back to the hostel to have it professionally translated by the intoxicated transients and of coarse Google Translator to reconfirm their drunken slurs.

Rapidogs secret recipe: bun, hot dog, lettuce, french fries, ketchup, mayo, mustard, guacamole – deep breath - pineapple, bacon and cheese. Who knows…with ingredients like this, perhaps this will be the country I roll out my own creation, “The Smore Dog.”