Okay so this started as a joke. My buddy Marcus bet me twenty bucks I wouldn't eat gas station hot dogs from every major chain before summer. Reader, I took that bet. I have now consumed seventeen hot dogs across nine states and I have OPINIONS.
Ranking criteria: structural integrity, snap, bun-to-dog ratio, and what I'm calling "the vibe" — which is basically how sad I felt eating it in a parking lot at 11pm.
Day 1: Everything is fine, I'm fine, I love the terminal. Day 3: Why won't my webcam work. Day 7: I have learned more about kernel modules than any reasonable person should know. Day 14: I switched back to Mac. I am humbled. I am changed.
But honestly? The two weeks gave me a deep respect for people who actually do this full-time. You're built different. This is not a compliment I give lightly.
Pros: the radiator makes a sound that is weirdly comforting at night, my neighbor bakes bread on Sundays and the hallway smells incredible, and the closet is bigger than I expected when I signed the lease.
Cons: there is a mystery crack in the ceiling that my landlord describes as "settling" which I think is just a word landlords invented, the shower pressure is a suggestion more than a commitment, and I'm pretty sure the kitchen outlet is lying to me.
Overall rating: 6.5/10, would not leave because moving is a nightmare.
S-tier: hot sauce, everything bagel seasoning, good flaky salt. A-tier: chili crisp, fresh herbs, truffle stuff if you're feeling it. B-tier: ketchup (I said what I said). C-tier: ranch. D-tier: nothing, please season your eggs.
I spent a weekend on this. My girlfriend thinks I have too much free time. She is correct. The tier list stands.