I ate my 50th gas station hot dog in one year and I'm not proud of the number, I'm proud of what it taught me
Hit 50 gas station hot dogs in 12 months last Thursday. The winner was a spicy chili dog from a place off I-80 near Sparks, Nevada, and I ate it standing next to a guy who told me the rollers get cleaned way less than people think. Here's my hot take: a spinning roller dog beats a lot of sit down restaurant dogs, mainly because the casing snaps harder from sitting under heat so long. The losers were the ones from the case with tongs, every single time, those sit in steam and turn to mush. I started ranking them on snap, bun squish, and how fast my stomach forgives me. Anyone else keep a weird running tally of something gross like this, or am I the only one with a spreadsheet?
A spreadsheet for gas station hot dogs is the most beautiful waste of time I've ever heard of. You built a whole science project out of regret and roller grills, and the part that got me was the guy casually dropping the roller cleaning fact while you two stood there chewing. That is peak gas station energy, just two strangers bonding over questionable meat and shared doom. The snap test is real though, a good casing crack tells you more than any health grade ever could. Keep the streak alive, your stomach is basically a crash test dummy at this point.