Uh oh Jones, IJAG is going to kill you

Note to self: Do not be in a 42-state radius of Pallister when he cooks out.

 

What the fuck is a Cali dog -- bleu cheese and onions? Nobody eats that here!

And why the fuck isn't a Chicago dog on the list? Bastards.

 

Ditto for the "Buffalo" dog, but these days, they'll put wing sauce/bleu cheese on just about anything and call it that.

Outside the city, that is. Here's what the real Buffalo dog looks like:


ijag, that's an odd menu, but the ale/lager list more than compensates for it. With that, who needs food?

 

That's just the late-night menu. Did you look at the regular menu? Great stuff on there.

But all I ever ordered was the Bavarian pretzel. Mmmmmmmmm.

 

Bavarian pretzel good... And your friend with the sex hair, not too shabby.

As for the period -- I assure you, when I submitted the story, there was no such punctuation mark. That got added after I last saw the bit... I'm acutally a little choked about it, but if that's the first copyediting error in my six years at the mag -- at least that I know of -- that's a pretty good run.

That damn good Dr Pepper, too.

 

I'll tell her you liked the sex hair.

 

And who taught you the glory of the pretzel?

 

*curtsies in Meat's general direction*

 

My life resume is sorely lacking, so I have to take the title High Priest of Awesome Pretzels seriously. I also got your name/hair color/Dr Pepper zealot counterpart hooked on them too.

 

Was it a Dublin Dr Pepper?

 

I'm sure this is referencing something you've told me before, but because I have the memory of a gnat, I have no idea what it was. But apparently it's someone with my name and my hair color who also hates the period in Dr Pepper?