280 Elizabeth St.
For several years, Dad's Garage Theatre, for reasons known only to its brain trust, has lobbied hard to win the "Best Hot Dog category in the Creative Loafing
reader's poll. The theater always earns a respectable number of votes, despite the nagging detail that they don't, as a rule, actually serve hot dogs. Arguably, that should disqualify them from winning the coveted honor -- it seems reasonable to require that Atlanta's best hot dog be one that actually exists. Yet, if a majority of voters agree to choose the Dad's dog of their own free will, does that not give the theoretical wiener some weight in the real world? Does it in fact become the Emperor's New Hot Dog, a platonic ideal of snack food more shapely and savory than any frank to be found outside of the human imagination? The answer, of course, is no. Only a true dog can have its day. But there's no better nonexistent hot dog than the one you can't get at Dad's Garage.