Ode to Corn Dog 7 | Friday Night Lights: Humid | Decent Weekend | Where’s the Rain?

The smell of corn dogs got caught in the lunchtime air in the Gulch.

Possible it was just me, and I was smelling a mix of construction stench, bachelorette boots, my upper lip, scooter tires, and restaurant exhaust. That this combination makes a corn dog smell is either a local/personal olfactory indictment or some pedal taverner features a corn dog and whiskey cruise which sounds amazing. read more