
17:06 - Living in a first world country, one rarely finds herself in the need for food and nowhere to go. I am not speaking of not being able to pick a place; I mean not having a place to go. Not many Focus Foxies get the opportunity, nay the privilege, of rolling down the streets near Cleveland's Airport. I assume this because I want to believe my audience does not patronize run down strip clubs in C-rated cities. I have to say that those streets are littered with houses of sequins and ill-repute. But I digress, we had to pick up someone on our way to Cedar Point. We could have confined ourselves to the airport parking lot, but we were hungry. Therefore, we ventured out into the scummy world of Cleveland to find sustenance.

About a mile away, we found one beacon of hope in the form of The Frosty Dog. The Frosty Dog was the only wholesome place in what I can only assume to be Hell's doorway. It was even considered a family establishment. Now the obvious specialties of The Frosty Dog were their hot dogs. As a small band of compadres, we sampled all kinds of hot dogs from plain to chili to mini corn dogs. Yours truly got the mini corn dogs, but that is to be expected.

I will have to say that if you are in the vicinity of the Cleveland Airport and hungry, I would go to The Frosty Dog. The hot dogs were great, and the prices were cheap. But do yourself a favor: don't try the fried mac and cheese.
Focus Foxies in attendance: Tim, Rob, and Danny the driver man
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