What a way
to end the summer. With just two days left in the season of sun, I spent the
waning days of the 2015 regular season where it started: in the rock pile cheap
seats at Coors Field. If you remember, I began my quest this year by attending
the Rockies’ opening day in April. It was also my first foray to the dark side.
For lovers
of hot dogs and all things processed meat, the dark side is where the new age
hippies live. Those freaks of nature that do not consume the flesh of animals…in
other words: communists. But temptation and curiosity got the better of me.
Having tried the regular dog at Coors Field in 2014 and the Taco Dog in 2015, I
was left with one option: the veggie dog. That’s right, I went meatless at the
ballpark. For a hot dog explorer it is sort of like showing up for work naked.
I don’t
have a rating system for veggie dogs, but I have actually had a few here and
there. They, just like meat dogs, run the full spectrum from pretty good to
pretty awful. None come as close as being as tasty as a Hebrew National on a
bun though.
The
reasonably- priced veg dog comes on an oversized bun. It is sort of like the
Dodger Dog in reverse. The Dodger Dog’s frank sticks way over each end of the
bun, whereas the veggie dog frank at Coors Field has about an inch of bun
extending past the roll of liquefied and congealed vegetables.
I’d like to
say it tasted good, but frankly it didn’t taste at all. I mean it seemed to
have no taste. It was like a tube of meat-colored nothing on a bun. What helped
was the generous portion of condiments put on the dog by the staff. The frank
was really just a filler. And it far from filled me up. I immediately chased it
with a 24 ounce Coors and a bag of peanuts.
Did I hate
it? Are you kidding me? No, it didn’t taste good, but I ate it sitting in the
cheap seats at a Major League baseball park watching the home team put the big
hurt on my hapless Padres. And despite it being meat-free, being tasteless, and
witnessing my favorite team take a shellacking, I was at the ballpark with a
dog in my hand. And it don’t get no better than that.