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U.S. Open: Chomp on a Hotdog
I left my seat and ambled over to the concession as the players battled into the night to see what a U.S. Open hotdog would taste like, and I found three alternatives I could use to satisfy my hotdog jones. There was an Italian sausage, which would have been too upscale for me if it hadn't spent what looked like an eternity under the heating lamp. That left traditional hotdogs in two sizes: regular and foot-long. Obviously, I chose the latter ... wouldn't you?
Carefully balancing my cardboard tray – laden with my two foot-longs, water and a beer (Heineken Light, my feeble attempt to make sure there was something healthy on the tray) over to the condiment counter, where I added ketchup and mustard.
Gallery: Hotdogs at U.S. Open Tennis 2010
Gallery: U.S. Open Tennis 2010
I was not disappointed.
The Arthur Ashe Stadium hotdog was exactly as unimpressive as I'd thought it would be. It didn't quite snap when I bit, and the temperature was only lukewarm, in part my fault because of a detour to the smoking area. The taste wasn't bad, though. Some stadium dogs can resemble warm bologna too closely, but this one was the real deal. I munched mercilessly and quickly.
While the U.S. Open's hotdogs don't compare to those I've had in Iceland, Montreal or Antigua, they get the job done when you're baking in the hot city sun (or if you're suffering through a sweltering New York night). It's not the taste that matters when your back is pressed against the hard stadium seats. Rather, it's the fact that you're participating in a uniquely American institution that's important. If you're among the masses headed to New York for the U.S. Open, be sure to grab a dog –and make it a foot-long!
[Photos by Laurie DePrete]
Disclosure: I was a guest of the U.S. Virgin Islands Department of Tourism, Andrew Hickey and Laurie DePrete. My opinions of these Queens hotdogs were not influenced in any way by the Caribbean destination.