Tavi "Big Lips" N.'s Profile

Boxes.

I came back to Fatt Dogg for the third time, and was pleased they were restocked with the boxes that I was so fond of at the time of my initial review.

I decided, once again, to order the Chilly Willy with fries. What can I say? I'm a creature of habit. And since third time's normally the charm when the first two times weren't good, then shouldn't I expect the third time to just blow my mind when the first two times were great? Yes.

After placing my order and waiting for my dog for a brief minute or three, I watched as the woman who ordered before me collected her meat. Now, get this: she placed her box inside a brown bag! And it made perfect sense! On a windy day, what better way to protect your dog than with a brown paper bag?

Soon after becoming enlightened by the ways of this industrious woman, my box popped out of the window. It was time to apply the lesson I had learned, and I was as excited as a pooping pigeon! I grabbed one of the brown bags, and after struggling with condiments while attempting to hold my water bottle in my armpit, I proceeding to shove my Chilly Willy into the bag...

...but wait. What? The box didn't fit into the bag! I stood there for a minute trying to shove it in, but it was no use.

I walked back to Yelp HQ with my box placed halfway inside my bag, and it was quite the walk of shame. My french fries were exposed to the cold, and to my mouth. By the time I got back to my desk, they were mostly gone. It was the worst of times.

But you know what? Fuck it. That was a really good hot dog. Five stars.

Well, it's true that the boxes don't leak. But I came here again, and they were out of boxes. I was unable to load a fist-size glob of ketchup onto the corner of my nonexistent box.

Note that Fatt Dogg is outside, which resulted in an incident that left me full of guilt. A woman was asking for money, but strangely she did not respond to "no." At all. While I was not amused by her sad situation, I started laughing (while turning away, so as not to be a *complete* asshole). I went/go to school in Berkeley, so I don't have a problem saying no to people who are asking for money, but I do have a problem laughing at them. Whoops?

Nevertheless, my Chili Willy was once again scrumptious. I'll leave the stars alone.

I went to Fatt Dog for the first time today, and ordered myself a Chili Willy (chili cheese dog) with fries. Oh, and a can of Sprite (crucial detail).

Note that I subconsciously rate regular hot dogs on a scale from Oscar Meyer to Hebrew National. I would have expected this dog to to fall near the Hebrew National end of the scale, seeing as how it is "all beef New York Kosher style." But I have to say that it fell short: at around the 75% mark, to be precise.

As for the chili, I didn't thoroughly investigate the contents, but I liked it! It complemented the dog beautifully. And the bun was suitable, but a little lacking in flavor and softness (although it's hard to get softness when you toast a bun...).

Now, I don't know if this is weird, but I dip my chili dogs in ketchup before each bite. I feel that it adds a nice touch of sweetness and tomato-ness. Luckily, Fatt Dog serves its hot dogs in boxes (unlike Top Dog, its Berkeley/Oakland counterpart...that also happened to give me food poisoning: http://www.yelp.c...).

Here's the most important part: the boxes don't leak! After I loaded a fist-sized glob of ketchup onto the corner of my box, I quickly realized my mistake. What if the ketchup were to leak from the corner and land on me? Or worse, on another person? The horror! Thank you, Fatt Dog, for preventing a catastrophe.