Wrapping
up my tour of Carolina baseball I took in a Greensboro Grasshoppers
game. They have a quaint little ballpark downtown that, when
surrounding construction is completed, will have a nice view of the
tiny Greensboro skyline. Ticket prices are very reasonable, as are
concessions. They offer a few ordinary dogs, but the real hot dog
excitement takes places just outside of the gate.
On
Thursdays, Fridays and Saturdays the food truck Hoppin' Hound Dogs
wheels in, parks on the outside concourse and works its wiener magic.
It really is magic, read the menu, put money in the window and in a
few minutes an awesome hot dog comes out of the window. I think they
have elves working inside.
The
truck offers some truly unique baseball themed dogs that are not to
be missed. All use Smithfield brand franks, but you can upgrade to an
Italian sausage or brat for an extra $1.50.
Here
is a rundown of their menu items: Connie Mack Attack, Hank Aaron-ing
for Spicy, Mike Pi(a)zza Dog, Pete Rose Gambler, This Dog Wille Mays
You, Sammy “This Ain't” Sosa, Catfish Hunter Carolina Dog, Big
Leaguer. Hoppin' Hound Dogs gets the cleverness award for this year's
baseball road trip.
I had
the Mike Pi(a)zza Dog ($7.75 with an Italian sausage upgrade). Mainly
because I had been craving pizza for some time. It really was
delicious. I wish I had the stomach capacity and financial
wherewithal to try all of their items. But there is always next year.
Now
let's talk dogs. Real dogs. The Grasshoppers have three baseball
black labs. Because black labs matter you know. One is retired from
diamond duties. The other two perform on field antics such as
bringing the umpire a small bucket of baseballs between innings and
retrieving bats. The dogs are amazing and a big hit with the fans.
Those labs make the game worth going to even in you hate baseball.
So get
down to First National Bank Field (yeah, I know. Another stadium
named after a bank), grab a dog, eat a dog and pet a dog.
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