Rick Nichols, of the Philadelphia Inquirer, also found the concept of Dollar Dog Night noteworthy. He also had the wherewithal to make it to the first such event of the season and was less than ecstatic with what he found:
Workers who make an average of about $70 for a seven-hour shift feverishly dumped boxes of dogs on the grill tops, quickly stuffed them in buns, and wrapped them in steamy death shrouds of foil.
The result – big, gummy roll, barely warm lunch-meat-like dog – wasn’t too pretty.
As the old adage goes: you get what you pay for. For the record, I did attend the day game following the Dollar Dog Night, and had an Italian sausage. The sausage, which was grilled and served with peppers and onions, proved to be respectable. At $5.25, it was steep, but not savagely overpriced. More importantly, the line moved swiftly enough that we were in our seats before the first pitch.
