It is a very large place with seating outside almost as large as what is inside. Looking around you can see all kinds of memorabilia but you also see hints of quite a hoping place when it is packed -- like Margaritaville is in Cayman during spring break. On the evening we went it was deserted with maybe only three or four other tables occupied at 7:30 PM. Being next to the stadium and focused on the intersection of rock 'n' roll and sports I can imagine the place looks very different at game time.
Looking at the menu I saw many things I could certainly try but with The Big Unit staring at me it had to come down to that -- a 22 inch, full pound, Vienna Beef hot dog. I knew 22 inches was big but my God did I underestimate it when it arrived at the table, and arrive it did with a bell ring by the waitress and call out that someone ordered a Big Unit. Holy carp it is a monster!
I shared some pieces of it but for the most part I actually ate it. It was my first hot dog in probably more than 10 years and it will probably be at least that long before I have another one. With that said, however, it was a good meal. As crazy as it was it actually sat well in my stomach and things worked out well later too shall we say. I would love to see the place on a packed night but I do not think I would be that adventurous enough to make the trek to see it in action.