Now, allow me to preface this by saying that, in my opinion, it is a very serious matter. This is no disjunction to be wantonly disregarded. If you answer it wrong, we will likely no longer be friends (I hope the sarcasm dripping off these past few sentences is thick enough for you to catch.) So, to prevent all further ado, I give you, Disjunction of the Week #4:
Nathan's Famous, or Sabrett's?
My Answer: Sabrett's. Admittedly, this is a difficult and important for every person to make as they grow out of their adolescence and flower into thriving adulthood. Also admittedly, there are merits to both choices. First, let's begin by examining the other, incorrect, choice, which is Nathan's. I do enjoy Nathan's. Don't get me wrong about that. What's more, they are single-handedly responsible for the invention of the only sporting event that I watch with any regularity, the Annual Nathan's Famous International Hot Dog Eating Contest. Who could allow the Fourth of July to pass without seeing those ten minutes (now) of glory? Nathan's has a lot going for it and, all kidding aside, I can respect the possibility that some of you may fall into the grievous error of choosing Nathan's over Sabrett's. Allow me to instruct you as to why you would be wrong:
The merits of Nathan's aside, Sabrett's does, in my opinion, have an even greater cultural impact. I know, with the Contest on the list of Nathan's achievements, this seems like a hefty and perhaps indefensible claim. Nevertheless, I would posit that Nathan's has essentially that and that only on the list of their cultural gravity. One gigantic achievement, and that is all. From what I hear, the Contest is not even all that popular outside of Coney Island, with some people preferring lesser sporting events like the "Superbowl" and "World Series." In the face of that, what does Sabrett's have? When a sane person thinks of New York (the important part, that is), they ought to have a few very certain ideas come to mind. Among them, if they meet the previous requirement of sanity, I should say would be the hot dog vendor, the guy on the street in the tin tank with that blue and yellow umbrella proudly proclaiming his purpose. The dirty-water-dog. It is part of the life and breath of that Town, and, for as much as I may pretend to deny it, I have to admit that the old Urbs (well, technically not the old Urbs) is indeed the center of at least all American civilization.
I don't really know what it is. It's one of those things for which I have an intellectual intuition without being able to find an adequate means of expression. There's just something about the experience of going up to that guy and asking for "one with chili and cheese" and cracking open a can of Coke while walking down the street to the hustle and bustle of it all, enjoying a 100% beef natural casing hot dog that you know was simmering quietly in a vat of its own delicious juices (as well as those of its companions) for hours before you picked it up. Actually, there's a hot dog vendor here in Scranton (Sabrett's, of course). I went to his stand when it was on campus a few times and witnesses will likely recount that, as I unwrapped the gleaming aluminum foil and took that first incomparable bite, I could be heard to say, dog still in mouth, "Now that's America." And so it is. Your thoughts?




