Oh, and somewhere along the way we decided that our 1/2 pound burgers and plates of fries just wouldn't be complete unless we each ordered a bowl of chili too.
So then I open up the little up the little styrofoam hot dog box and what do I find inside? Philly Bell Ketchup. Philly Bell? You gotta be fucking kidding me. Bus hot dog - completely ruined by grodey Philly Bell Ketchup. *blech*
Man, Philly continues to completely blow. I had to go there for a business meeting and I missed my train back and ended up having to take the fucking bus. The bus was leaving right when I got there, and I hadn't eaten all day. I ended up having to grab a bus hot dog. Okay, I'm not going to lie to you - I love hot dogs. And the cheaper they are, the better they usually are, so I was sort of looking forward to it. (I thought movie hot dogs were as gross as you could go, but bus hot dog? Wow.)
