It's a good thing I didn't order more. Mostly because if I am going to die, I don't want it to be in a dive like Monkey Pants. Also, because I would have missed out on this guy...
After sauteing some jalapeño, anaheim and cayenne chilis, I reduced the shit out of some monterey jack cheese and cream, mixed in the peppers, wrapped some Hebrews in thick-cut bacon, fried 'em up and laid it all on a cheap bun. I think my version was a little better. And I didn't have to wait for a lackadaisical topless bartender to not ring in my order after 45 minutes.
I can't really complain about the Monkey Pants experience, though. I ate two bacon-wrapped deep-fried hot dogs. I'll probably even go back for more. There is something about the corner of Mill & Southern that always results in me getting seriously drunk. I think the whole plate was only around $6. I can't really remember, because I was drinking. I guess you'd have to be drunk to order that kind of garbage anyway. Or just a hot dog enthusiast.
Dawg It! 4/5