For those of you who are lucky enough to live and party in Olympia, Washington, you may or may not be aware of what is, in my opinion, the best part about O-Town nightlife -- the 4th Avenue hot dog stand. Rather than merely write about it, however, I have decided to take the lyrical route, because if any of you know me, the only things that can inspire me to get poetic are food and drink. If you didn't know that, then perhaps you will sample my sweeping epics Ode to Cracklin' Oat Bran and Ode to the Margarita. Ladies and gentlemen, I now bring you (yeah, I like odes):
Ode to The Late Night Weiner
Perched with piety, on cold and rainy nights
is a savior for drunken louts desperately seeking a bite
of a delicious length of meat you can eat from your hand
It's an American icon. It's a hot dog stand.
But this, boys and girls, is no ordinary wiener
And make no mistake, it's certainly not leaner
At this steamy locale is every accoutrement you please
Not the least of which is the requisite cream cheese.
"Oh pish posh!" You may say. "Don't put cream cheese on a dog!"
And I would agree. It sounds kinda wrong.
But as the adage goes, don't knock it before you try it.
Cause after one bite, you dare not deny it.
But that is not all. There are condiments galore.
Tomatoes, onions, sauerkraut, and more.
And if you like mustard, there are several to be had.
And shredded cheddar cheese, so you can be EXTRA bad.
So stop by this stand. Your night, it will make.
If you wonder where it's at, it's just outside Jake's.
It's a dog to cure all ills. It can erect you from your funk.
Of course all things taste better when you're hopelessly drunk.