The 2009 Aspen Ideas Festival—the kind of place where the likes of Toni Morrison, Sandra Day O’Connor and Frank Gehry bounce around ideas with a capital “I”—kicked off yesterday. Some of the brain food on offer? SF’s own Let’s Be Frank grass-fed hot dogs.
The isn’t the only time LBF has been invited to participate in the festival. Last year, says LBF co-founder Larry Bain, Colin Powell slung dogs at their cart. There are also rumors that the White House could be serving the LBF dogs for their annual Fourth of July picnic. As Bain put it: “I’m not allowed to say, but people are talking to people who are talking to people.”
I am a huge hot dog fan, as many of you may or may not be aware. I grew up on them in New York and have spent a good portion of my life being ridiculously obsessed, so much so that I have even been tempted to tattoo a hot dog some place on my body. I have struggled with the absence of a delicious hot dog in San Francisco for the past seven years and I always look forward to repeated trips back home so that I can indulge … and there I was. Sitting in New York City, snowed in. Missed my flight back to San Francisco and got pretty much screwed. The only glimmer of hope was that I got to indulge in all sorts of delicious things to eat.
One of the things I've noticed over the past seven years that I have been in San Francisco is the clear differences between foodie culture here versus New York City—my hometown. Since I’m just finishing up a visit (snowed-in as we speak), I thought I’d weigh the benefits of two cities dear to my heart.