… I am the most overused sales icon in the place.

No? Well, let me explain.

In an effort to satisfy my emotional and physical hunger, I dragged my friend Texas Linda to two places. The first was our typical haunt … the Meadows Custard stand.

Ice Cream Therapy. Never fails.

Then on the way out of the parking lot, we noticed the sign next door … I might mention it is the only thing without a picture of their sales icon … for the Steele Pier Hot Dogs.

Not Steel Pier, but Steele Pier.

Interesting. Maybe its the family name or something.

So we walked up to the place and saw in the window:

Oh, isn’t that cute. A nice little Hot Dog named Freddy Frank telling us we had come to the right place. Well, isn’t that nice … I’ll just open the door here and …

Oh … well … thanks Freddy … very nice of you to … sez … what the hours are here. Thank you very much I’ll just open the door to the place now. And I see …

Room for sixteen whole people. Wow.

True confession, this picture is from their Facebook page. I am hoping it was taken during the Halloween season. Otherwise I have no explanation for the skeleton. Nobody in the place was anywhere near skeletal, if you know what I mean.

So I take one step inside and …

Well, that’s nice to know … Freddy. You support Law Enforcement, Disabled Veterans, Animal Rights and St. Jude’s Children’s Hospital … and Cans.

What … No room for Puppies, Kittens, Baseball and Apple Pies, Freddy?

Another one step and …

Nice to know Freddy. Although most people don’t find the need to state that, its good to know. Now, let’s see one more step and …

And a fair warning about the prices. Thanks, Freddy. Well, yes … I see the prices right over there on the wall … where Freddy Frank sez the menu is:

Keep in mind the whole place is maybe 15 feet by 20 feet large … if that. And takes maybe five steps front to back … tops.

And we have already seen Freddy Frank how many times?

So we placed orders for some Classic Steele Pier Dogs. Uh … Yum? From the nice gal behind the counter wearing … you guessed it:

Well, now … there was a wrinkle. Not in the t-shirt but … well, in the t-shirt too. The one hanging on the wall, that is.

These were voted number one on the whole East Coast? Really? And they are here in this very small town in the middle of nowhere? Really?

But then, who is going to argue? After all lots of people could have competitions, right? Just because I couldn’t find anywhere on the internet where they are mentioned … not one single place … other than their own Facebook page, let alone any competitions doesn’t mean there actually weren’t any competitions.

Note to self: Hold competition for the best looking radio announcer in the East Coast. Tell nobody. Declare self winner. Print t-shirts.

Not that I’m saying that’s what they did.

Then the Hot Dogs arrived. Somehow I was hoping for a little more mustard and onions and a little less special sauce … but that’s just me.

I wonder what time it is? Oh. Let me guess. It’s time for Steele Pier Hot Dogs.

I know this because Freddy Frank sez so.  And he wouldn’t lie to me.

Ask anybody in the place.