Dead Wrestlers. It would not be accurate to say that professional wrestling was a big part of my childhood, but there was about a year and a half when I was addicted to it. I would watch as much as I possibly could. It had been more than fifteen years since I'd even thought about professional wrestling, so it's not like I would have noticed, but seeing all the names of dead wrestlers - most of whom died in their 30s and 40s - I'd once spent a lot of time watching was sobering.
Why do I bring this up? Because one of them was the Junkyard Dog. He was never one of my favorites, but I liked the way he entered the ring: with a chain attached to a dog collar around his neck, Queen's "Another One Bites the Dust" blasting on the sound system.
So I thought it was really cool to learn that Wienerschnitzel named their newest hot dog after him.
Okay, I have to admit, that's probably not how they came up with the name. But when I heard about the dog, topped with chili, cheese, grilled onions, fries and mustard, he was the first thing I thought of. My next thought was: I have to eat one. Soon.
But that proved hard to do. I went by three different Wienerschnitzels and none had the hot dog. Yesterday I said to Elizabeth "Let's go for a drive and not stop until we find that hot dog." She said sure. As it turned out, they had it at the first location we stopped by. I ordered one Junkyard Dog, $1.99 plus tax.
I like Wienerschnitzel's angus hot dogs; if they offered the Junkyard Dog with one of those thick wieners and added more toppings, this could be a great dog. The one I had, however, was just okay. The idea sounds better than the actual execution.