It started off so well.
Sitting at the table with that pile of sizzling food in front of me would normally force a smile on my face.
But having to finish Dog Central’s three foot-long hot dogs, with a platter full of grease-coated fries, equipped with a stack of onions rings and a 20 oz. drink proved to be too much for my seasoned stomach.
In all honesty, the plate looked smaller than what it really was.
At first, the most daunting challenge appeared to be the clock as it ticked away in the corner of my eye. I thought I was on a decent pace, but like any triathlon racer nearing that final portion of the race, I hit the wall.
With close to 10 minutes left I threw in the towel, or, in my case, napkin.
It got to the point where the food I was trying to choke down with the vastly underrated Mello Yello was begging to come back up.
The first foot-long dog went down easy enough. It was doused in chili with some ketchup and dill pickle relish that seemed to hide the taste of the dangerous dog I was consuming. But when I made it to the third and final dog, the chili was too much without the relish.
To add insult to injury, I was filling up on the fries at this point, along with a handful of fried onion rings.
Sitting at the table with what felt like a food baby, I thought about what went wrong with the D.C. Challenge.
Here’s what I came up with: The foot-longs should have been eaten first. I should have chosen a less bubbly drink. I could have done better facing south.
All joking aside, I have to take away the positives from my first challenge:
I didn’t vomit.
And I didn’t pass out.
Visit cm-life.com for a video, as well as the history of the challenge and how these things were made. Check back next week for the next installment of Tony vs. Food.