At last, hotdoggers have entered the pun-filled wasteland heretofore inhabited exclusively by establishments affiliated with barbecue!
Hotdog? Frank? Frank Sinatra?
Thanks for the memories?
(This place is either trying way too hard or not nearly hard enough.)
Regardless, the entire display is uncomfortable. When a hotdog is outfitted with human body parts and the recognizable face of a dead celebrity, psychic turmoil is the only logical outcome.
Old Blue Eyes has returned from the dead in the form of a dapper extruded meat product who wants us to eat him while he croons to us through his flexible straw/microphone.
That's hardly in keeping with the Frank Sinatra we are familiar with.