The Red Hot is HOT!

You’d be hard pressed to find better non-meaty weenies in town. I was finally able to make an appearance in time for the dogs over at The Red Hot. I wasn’t sure I was all that excited about it because not only do I not eat meat, but I tend to question the love that people have for the general taste of a hot dog or anything made to taste like a hot dog. So now that I’ve had a pleasant experience with hot dog related things I either stand corrected or The Red Hot knows their weenies.

I’ll go with the latter. I ordered the veg dog with all the fixings as to not take away from what the original experience was meant to be, and I paired it with the cider beer on tap. When I received my dog something was a little jarring. It was the relish, and it wasn’t normal. I blinked then thought for a second I might have accidentally taken some acid before I left my house. Quickly an observer noticed my fervor and noted that the relish was supposed to look as though it was radioactive. The brilliance of the green color is beyond my abilities to describe, and dare I say, after taking my first bite it is my belief that the color only made the dog better. It was only after the dog was gone did I think to take photographic evidence of this, so I’ll suggest that you just go check it out for yourself.

2914 6th Ave, Suite B in Tacoma

All in all, standing firm with:

Bumbershoot: overcrowded, over priced, overrated

I like food, I like festivals and I like music so this should be a no brainer for me, right?

Wrong.

I had just started to come to grips with the fact that I was going to be spending quality time with 30,000 of my closest friends, and then I get there… Who invited the other 30,000? Now granted I haven’t been to Bumbershoot in awhile, but I don’t ever remember it being this overcrowded by music fans beer guzzling idiots.

I can respect that Seattle is desperately trying to hold onto the one thing that is supposed to set us apart from other places: the music, but what I can’t understand is why they’re making it so blatantly obvious how hard their actually trying. It was put perfectly with, “Every year it gets more crowded and more hip-hop” which is a nicer way of saying “Why are you trying so hard to appeal to all the trendy hipsters, Seattle?“. The set lists were iffy at best, and spread out through the entire weekend small clusters of decent artists were few and far between.

Besides the fine company, the only thing worth noting was my fantastic Cajun Salmon Burger I ate from Ballard Brothers where I will surely be returning very soon. But even then it’s as if I paid $35 dollars for a burger, and I didn’t even get to see the one band I came there to see because of, you guessed it: overcrowding. I know I’ve said it before, but this is the last time I let this event put such a sour taste in my mouth.

I will get down off my soapbox now.