Upon entering this eatery, it was clear that they had a well-established local clientele who were intimately familiar with the preferences of the staff. There was little tolerance displayed towards the out-of-towners who entered the dining area prior to ordering and receiving their fare at the front counter... I'm not sure if the chaotic manner of the serving staff was a result of the challenge presented by serving "the unfamiliar" or if chaos is a daily part of the atmosphere. One saving grace was that those not driving were able to wash down their dogs with a frosty beer. The suds also helped to distract you from the seediness of the dining area. The tiny tables were squished together in a dark room lit by Budweiser lamps.
It was a long drive to get here from Union and we were hungry! The boys had plain dogs and were satisfied, but felt like they could rival the quality by using the grill on our own patio. My chili cheese dog (chased with a Coke) was literally saved by the chili... I think the cheese was a slice of yellow american!! The little lady was likewise unimpressed with the chili dogs, venue & service. We were happy to finish our brewskies and head out of town!!
