He of the extra extra extra large shirt had been doing lots and lots of food reading. Everyone, The Pasadena Weekly, the LA Weekly, the LA Times were proclaiming a local place to be a food miracle. The Fat Man wanted too believe so. The new place, the SLAW DOGS was located where the one of multiple chins once enjoyed the best Philadelphia Cheesesteaks to ever hit California. That great place was gone. The Fat Man hoped SLAW DOGS was a worthy successor. The Fat Man hopes for world peace also. It's about the same.
I have no idea what SLAW DOGS the various food critics went to. They have raved page after page about plebean food revelations, explosions of flavor on the tongue, surperlative declarations on and on and on.
Perhaps the one of the fully stuffed sweater was oversold. In any case, he was underwhelmed. The first time. So the chubby One figured it was an off day, and went back again. And again. And again. There were no revelations. There were no fabulous anythings to revel in. Yes the dogs are stuffed to the point of being too messy to eat without a fork.
Frankly, the one of spare tire girth wanted to love this place and found it over priced, over sold, and way way way over hyped. The Picnic lunch was ...OK. The Bar B Que dog with onions again was OK. The Asian dog- not a revelation akin to meeting the Buddha. OK, fresh food, but not great and pricey for what you got.
Want a really GREAT dog at a fair price that is a Hot Dog Classic? Try Scooby's on Hollywood Boulevard, don't bother with Slaw Dogs.
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