Yea, For A Corn Dog Doth Please Us Verily, My Liege
Posted: 06/29/2008
Did you know that one-half of Meat Bun was almost the corn dog king of New England? If it weren’t for the raising of capital, the securing of business licenses, the renting of commercial property and about 3,000 other things it usually requires to do something like open a corn dog-only restaurant, one of us could be basking in the thousands that only a corn dog driven empire could finance. Alas, Meat Bun and the getting the hell out of a beach neighborhood took priority, much to the dismay of corn dog starved masses.
It’s hard to get corn dogs–fresh corn dogs, that is–in most non-carnival, non-festival locations. It’s like work. Thank God for Corn Dog Castle. For just the price of a ticket to Disneyland, plus parking, one can enjoy massive, artery clogging corn dogs for just $6 American. Speaking of American, they call them “amerikan doggu” in parts of the world where the term “corn dog” would just induce nausea. Curiously, this is also a country where corn and mayonnaise on a pizza is considered logical.
That’s Patrick, Meat Bun artist, friend, and gainfully unemployed contributing member of society. He was responsible for the fantastic Agro Polo design you should probably own. He’s enjoying the final third of a spicy corn dog from the Castle, something we don’t recommend doing prior to riding Big Thunder Mountain.
