tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716084.post2758103333678583459..comments2024-03-22T13:50:53.541+08:00Comments on The Traveling Hungryboy: Showdogs, San Franciscobmahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02945804626363803948noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12716084.post-23748521986572674052009-09-24T16:46:36.178+08:002009-09-24T16:46:36.178+08:00naw, that aint no hot dog. around here, mustard, ...naw, that aint no hot dog. around here, mustard, chille, onions and slaw, but even in Cincinti, Philly, or San fran where they drag it through the garden, you 'don't put it on that bread. At any ball game, you get mustard, ketchup and maybe some relish. It would be like ordering a chille dog, and getting beans in the chille. Of Course that would be like a chille chesse burger, or barbeque. Shoot, forget about eastern or western in this state, I've seen fights break out between neighbors over H57 or A1 on the steaks. ( but I still like soft bread, mustard and ketchup). no, not "catsup". ketchup. and while we are at it, I did not like the brand of mayo in the tater salad. uh oh, here we go again...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com