I tried Burger King’s new hotdogs and not only did I survive, I kind of love them
I grew up in Chicago, the nation’s hot dog capital. And as a Chicagoan, I am a McDonald’s loyalist—in fact, I went there alarming frequency as a child, though I somehow managed to avoid getting physically supersized.
In any event, I have always viewed Burger King with a certain degree of suspicion, their diverse ideal of a Kid’s Club not withstanding.
So it was with great intrigue that I read the announcement that *Burger* King was going to start experimenting with hot dogs. For reasons that remain mysterious to all fast-food consumers, the major chains have always avoided serving hot dogs, despite their obvious longstanding, though now evolving, obliviousness to the content of the meat they serve.
Now residing in Florida, where Burger King was born, and with fast-food as a nominal part of my beat, I had to try them.
I’ll cut to the chase: Not only did I survive, but I would eat them again if forced to. Ok, one of them.
As I expected, it was no problem finding a BK serving hot dogs in Florida. Here’s what their in-store campaign looks like. It’s actually a bit confusing: Do you get two hot dogs with one order, or are these the two kinds of dogs served? I’d have to find out.