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| - Mmm, wieners. Ok, ok, get your mind out of the gutter. I had one of those moments today where all taste, class and health concerns go out the window. I have to satiate my primal desire sometimes, and I'm not afraid to admit it. Can't be classy and healthy all the time, right? Wienerschnitzel = part guilty pleasure and part nostalgia.
I wanted hot dogs today.
No holds barred.
With runny salty chili.
With cheese.
No Hebrew National.
No Vienna Beef.
No gourmet German sausages.
Too bourgeouisie and yuppie.
I wanted cheap and klassy (with a 'K') today, dammit. Regular wieners. Pork lips and filler. Bottom of the barrel, baby!
Does it help that there are ONLY FOUR Wienerschnitzels in the entire Valley - thus increasing its exclusivity and appeal? WTF? Does it help that this location is very close to the office? NO.
I love me some chili cheese dogs and chili cheeseburger (the #5) from Der Wiener. When I'm feeling especially naughty, up for the challenge of major indigestion and knocking off a few days of my life expectancy, I'll add chili and cheese to my fries. Not so today my friends. I decided to draw the line, much to the chagrin of my warped desires.
Mmmm, burp. Thank you Wienerschnitzel. And thank you Rolaids.
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