Tag: Cognac

It’s a pairing old as time

Hot dogs and booze have been together since the dawn of time. In Germany, schnitzel and super beer are served together. Over in Italy, wine is served with everything, including an afternoon hot dog. Japan’s got sake-dogs. Russians are 38 percent vodka-based, so when they have a hot dog (or really, anything), they just bleed a little and it’s now infused with alcohol. Now, Canada gets to get into the action.

A Vancouver location has decided to create their own pair of hot dogs and booze … except, at the same time. Literally. DougieDog Hot Dogs’ has managed to infuse a bratwurst with century-old cognac, among other things (Kobe beef, lobster and truffle oil, to name a few). These are high-end items and it happens to have a high-end price as well: 100 dollars (though it’s not been said whether that’s Canadian or United States).

Yowch, talk about a bite in the dogs.

Were their fingers broken?

A bunch of people stood around in front of Edgar Allen Poe’s house Sunday night and were disappointed that the “Poe Toaster” did not show. The Toaster has annually left roses and a bottle of Cognac at the poet’s original grave site since 1949.

But, when the Toaster did not show, the spectators stood around complaining that they traveled, some even flying, for a no-show. Even the curator of the Poe House, Jeff Jerome, complained, saying there will be no roses or Cognac on display for the weekend following Poe’s birthday.

“I was very annoyed,” Jerome said.

Added one person from Chicago: “It’s really sad that the ritual was broken.”

And so, at the end of the night, no one made the effort to–oh, I don’t know–call a florist and run to the goddamn liquor store?!

The Ron Artest of the party

Got a little Ron Artest in you? In sporting news that doesn’t involve Tiger Woods’ latest hole in one, Artest is back in the news for admitting that he used to drink cognac at halftime during his rookie season. His explanation: the Bulls sucked.

Thanks Ron, but that’s why majority of the country, especially those located in Chicago for the past twelve years, choose to drink while watching their crappy teams play. They don’t play professionally, get tanked and … I don’t know … attack people in the stands. Why do you think I drink, Senor Artest? I’m a Knicks fan.