One More Chili Dog

Last round of Pics from the party

More pictures and Videos.

Here's more pictures of the party.

Here' one vid of me waiting to open the giant package.

Another vid of me beginning to open giant package.

And another different take of the song of the century.

Birthday Song

Song sung by family and a few shellshocked friends.

Enjoy.

First round of Houde's Chili Dog Shack Pics

First round of Pics detailing the Premier Party.

Here's the first Round of Pics. More should be up later this weekend for you all out there to enjoy.

Ingrates.

Premier Menu

Houde's Chili Dog Shack Premier Menu
(menu is subject to horrific and drastic changes)

Appetizers
Queso Cheese Dip (Cheesy Cheesy Goodness)
Twice Over Godfather Fruit Bowl (Made with Blackmail!)
Chili in a Bowl (Hey, you're missing the dog pal)

Side Courses
BBQ Chicken (For those who want to stay on a diet. Which begs the question, why are you here?)
The Unadventurous Burger (without cheese, cheese only goes to the adventurous burgers)
Wussie Hot Dogs with no Chili (Wuss)

Your Chili Choices for the Dogs
(Which can be steamed or grilled, we live to serve you ingrates)

Big Brother Chili (Now with added little brother soul bits!)
Righteous Intestinal Justice Chili (We only have one bathroom...but plenty of woods)
Squirrel Trap House Chili (Or whatever Dad manages to catch in the backyard with his Squirrel Trap)

Deserts
Cajun Chocolate Spice Ice Cream (MORE SPICE!)
Brownie Sundae Ice Cream (Lazy Nathan Style)
Peppermint Dream Ice Cream (so Refreshing, so Tantalizing, so...um....pepperminty)
Peanut Butter Chocolate Ice Cream with Mysterious Chunks of Awesome (And man, are those chunks awesome or what!)
Truffles a la Charlie (Who is Charlie, and is he going to bring his Angels?)

Beverages
Alcohol is Bring Your Own, but water, soda, and some other drinks will be provided.

Grand Opening is on August 23rd, at 1PM

You all Know where

Spokes Peoples

Here are some of Houde's Chili Dog Shack's more high profile customers. They wanted to be on the walls and all at the new place.

Thee Great One and Cheese

Hello Bloggers, it is I, TOG, that means Thee Great One, otherwise known as Dean.

Seriously, TOG? It's TGO.

Shut your face! Where is Houde anyways?

Well, after the pills, I made have had a little fun with him.

Really? What you do with him?

Nothing, nothing.

I want to know!

The less you know, the better.

Fine, so why did we hijack this thread for.

Oh, I just wanted to say hi to my peeps. Hi peeps!

You threatened our jobs, and from the sounds of it, our freedom for nothing more than a shout out?

Well, when you say it in that context.

I hate you Cheese. I knew I shouldn't have gotten mess up in this stuff. I'm getting back to work.

You can't walk out on me!

Watch me!

I pooped in your chili!

.....Did you eat some garlic beforehand?

Well ya, Garlic helps clean you out.

Good, means I don't need to add some.

(Sounds of someone stumbling down the stairs are heard)

Good gravy! Houde, what happened to you!

It involved peanut butter, and a polar bear. I don't want to talk about it. Who drugged me?

It wasn't me.

Nor me.

I'm gonna find out. Wait, you guys been typing in my blog!

Not like anyone reads this anyways.

GET OUT!

Stress

It's building.

The stress that is, and not just the stress in my intestinal region, but all around. I mean, I'm opening up a restaurant in a little more than a week, and I don't know what I'm going to do if everything isn't prepared in time.

Good thing I got these pills. Hold on a minute. Relax, they are just aspirin.

Oh no....I took something else. I took McCheese's happy pills. This can't be good. The good thing is I don't know what I was stressing about, I mean, the pink elephants floating around my head could do some work, right? Of course. They seem to be good at roasting dogs. Would you pardon me, I need to make sure the troll is fed.

Whoa.

Everything is fuzzy, even the air....the air is so fuzzy, I'm seeing smells and hearing colors....I just found Dude Where's My Car is funny.....I think I'm going to fall aslllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

(The l goes on for a few pages, until)

Hey, the boss is out cold, and he left the blog signed in. Do you know what this means?

No idea. What will this mean my illustrous Chili Guru?

It means Fry Cook, that tomorrow, we shall post in the blog.

GENIUS! I knew he needed those pills.

A Virtual Ice Cream Experience

I have no idea how to describe to you the ice cream that will be featured in Houde's Chili Dog Shack, but I'll try.

Imagine a hot summer night, hot enough for a small sheen of sweat to gather on your body, and a breeze that's non existant. You are boiling hot, your throat dry as...um...something really really dry, like a desert, yeah, a desert, dry like a desert, and you don't see any relief in site, when suddenly, you feel a cool breeze, refreshing your body, a smell of peppermint fills the air, and BAM! You are eating ice cream. Wonderful wonderful ice cream. It coats your throat in wonderfulness.

And that's just the Peppermint Dream ice cream.

The Peanut Butter Chocolate with Mysterious Chunks of Awesome explodes in your mouth. I would say like what, but that would give it the wrong impression, and this blog is PG-Rated. For the most part.

My ice cream has been known to dramatically influence people and their lives. Ghandi? Ate some Cajun Chocolate Spice Ice Cream. That's right, That ice cream created a peaceful individual. Before the ice cream Ghandi was feared on the basketball courts and had more fouls than Dennis Rodman. Great, just showed my age with that joke.

The last ice cream on the list is the Brownie Sundae, and it's my personal fav. I took my favorite dessert of all time, A Brownie Sundae (Hot Fudge from Governor's in Maine, can't beat it), and just threw it all into a ice cream maker, and ate what came out. That's the one Ice Cream I love, easy, lazy and delish.

Maybe there will a surprise ice cream at the Shack on Grand Opening day. I may call it Easter Egg as well.

Sweet dreams (see what I did there! It's a pun!).

A Few Good Slackers

I really wouldn't be in the awesome place I am today, without a few good slackers backing me up. So let me begin, I really should tell you guys alittle about two employees I have mentioned here, James "McCheese" Mitchell, and Charlie "Truffle Shuffle" Johnson.

James Mitchell, or McCheese as a bunch of us call him variations of this for good reason, the man loves his cheese. Seriously. He kinda showed up one day, with a huge block of Mozzarella, but smelled like Feta for an odd reason. He quickly rose to the high and mighty rank of Fry Cook, belaying his wisdom of various congealed milkfat products, and his love for the Opera. Man has a beautiful singing voice.

Now Truffle Shuffle is a different story. I had him pegged for a job at the Houde's Chili Dog Shack for a long time. I scouted him in several leading dessert restaurants in the Seattle, Topeka, Houston are of the USA. I wondered why Charlie always got fired from his jobs, then I realized the reason for it. The man ate everything and anything. restaurants would go under on his massive appetite. I took him in because I found one thing he would eat that no one else would. Food in the trash. But only if it's in this imaginary thing called 'Pre-Trash'. So far I've seen 'Pre-Trash' be only what's on top of the trash, to the gross bread on the bottom of the trash barrel that's soaked up all the weird trash juices. But no worries, he doesn't put any of this into his truffles.

Next is my Night Manager, Luis 'Ice' Diefendorf. Don't let the last name fool you, he's from the place of sexiness. Connecticut. He's a friend from College, who we nicknamed Cinnamon Bear. He's the night Manager for Houde's Chili Dog Shack for a couple reasons, the biggest one being his frequent outings till 2A.M. Seriously, this man does not sleep. I needed someone with the ability to stay up late, so I recruited him to fill that hole. I, for one, cannot stay awake past ten.

But hey, let's talk about some people who make the Chili, I call them Chili Guru's. There's the Utah Native, Dean 'Thee Great One' Olson. Personally, I think Olson's Greatness is all in his Stomach region, but hey, he knows his chili. Using his strange Mormon sense, the man can pull the correct spices out of nowhere, and be able to apply them to any pot with perfection.

Another Chili Guru I have is Andrew RoBottner. A rebel without a cause, this one has grown his hair out, in an effort to make me jealous, because let's face it, the world does revolve around me. We all know it. Anyways, this man wears his hatred for anyone in an position of power ranging from the President to Ice. A temperamental chef, but a great chef at that. Probably fired him ten times now, and probably fire him ten times more. But hey, he makes great Chili.

The Head Chili Guru is someone named Scott, has my last name and claims to be my brother. I keep him around because my mother also claims he is my brother. And man, does Mom have a nasty right knuckle punch whenever I tried to fire him. Oh well, he does his job well enough.

Enjoy some pics of my employees, and tune in tomorrow, for an Ice Cream Virtual Experience.

Dean, choosing the newest spice for a pot of chili. The drugs he takes sometimes make him think he's a real Guru.Ice, after I told him he had the Night Manager job. He was very excited.

Scott, in his normal attire.

Health Inspection

So the Health Inspector showed up today, and made us take pics of him. He was quite a character, and well, here's the opening pic he made us take several times till he got the pose right. Here he is.
Interesting fellow, who immediately went on the prowl. Bypassing the boiling vat of fat and lard we use as a sorry excuse for fryer we use for fries, he went looking for rats. Unfortunately for him, our desert chef Charlie, was also on the prowl, for a burger. Brad tripped over a broom, which had been laying there for several days, and slammed his head on a counter. Falling down, his head landed in the burger. Charlie, non plussed, went for a bit, and well...
Yeah, it was bad. We quickly had to switch out Brad's head for a real burger, which had been sitting on the floor for so long that some strange green mold was growing over it. Charlie doesn't mind, the man's stomach is made of metal. So then Brad starting clucking like a rat, to attract other rats. This kinda worked, but instead of rats he started to attract the homeless man that lives in our freezer. It was weird, but reminded me of a movie I once saw.
After we manage to subdue the homeless man, and drop him off on the other side of the river where we knew he wouldn't be able to swim back across and show up one day, we resumed the inspection. Brad, in his mindless quest for rats, finally found one. But, well, it wasn't a normal rat, so he flipped out, and screamed.

Like a little girl.
My Fry Cook saved our life, James Mitchell. The man came out of nowhere, wielding his patented Spatula of Doom, and stunned the Mole Man long enough for Brad to escape. I thought for sure he was going to fail us, but instead, he took one look at Mitchell, and grabbed him. They walked off together, well, Brad was walking and dragging Mitchell with him. A few hours later I saw a letter in the mail box, it was a postcard with a strange looking Brad, and a very distressed looking Mitchell. There was also a letter saying that we pass the inspection, and that he was coming to the Grand Opening. I smiled, dropped the letter in a vat of chili, I forget which one, and screamed at Charlie for coughing in the nearest truffle. It was an interesting day at the shack today, that's for sure.

Questions Part 1

I've already have several email questions sent to me, so every week I'll pick the best one and answer it to my best abiltites.

And those abilities rock.

My first question this week will be from Ralph Wiggim from Springfield. Ralph asks, "Houde, do you have any sponsers? How else did you raise the money necessary to open up your restaurant?"

Well Ralphie, people have been asking me all the time now, and I have to say, Yes. Sponsership is one of my more lawful ways to gain money for my restaurants.

And I have to say that it's an easy easy way to gain money. For instance, Coke has asked me to post an image of their logo after every sentence. No prob.
So this should be fun and easy to read, right? I mean, the fact that every time I say ice cream, I have to post an image of a Hood Restaurant on the site. That's easy too, right?
Wow, these images really break up the flow of the article, don't it? Weird. So, the chili I made was such a success yesterday, that no one needed Tums afterwards. Oh wait, Tums....I need to post an image.
Alright, this is annoying. At least I would never sell myself out.

Ever.

Remember, in November, vote Republican.
I need to take a shower now.

STEAKSAUCE!

For those in the know how, Steaksauce is a term that means that things are going extremely well. Today was one of those days.

We had only seven severe burns in the kitchen today! Which is great news considering how bad the kitchens are in the Shack. It's tough changing the Shack from a huge barn yard/ rat exterminator corpse graveyard to the rip roaring business it will be at the end of the month. Not my fault, I just hired the guy who designed our awesome kitchen of burning awesomeness.

Another great thing that happened today was I actually made my first pot of chili. I know, I know, all you people reading this are like 'What? The Great and Awesome Houde never made his his own chili? Say it ain't so!'. Well little Houde Chili dog Shackers, I lied when I said I made my own chili. I stole it from Paco down the street, Thanks Paco!, but seriously, this pot I made was delish. I made such good chili that four of my employees actually kept it down. When you have seventy two, that's a good number, and I'm not even including Charlie, cause, he can keep everything and anything down. The man has a metal stomach of steel.

And also, Houde Chili Dog Shack has garnered national news attention! And by attention I mean that our commercials hit the air today! I've linked the vid to youtube. Here it is.

I hope you all see it on the television soon!

Well this is the owner of Houde's Chili Dog Shack, signing off.

Eventful Day

Holy Crap was today an eventful day. First was the fact I finally scheduled a health inspector to check out the new digs. He seems like a cool cat, hardly dorky at all (he only made fourteen different Star Wars references that I got, and I hate Star Wars) and people told me he readily takes bribes. His name was Brad Taylor by the way, in case anyone out there knows of him.

Also we revealed the new sign on the property today and caused traffic as people stopped to look at it. Wanna see it? HERE IT IS!

We are very proud of the work the local art department put into the thing. Extremely proud.

I also had an interview with the local paper today about new businesses and such. Me and journalist talked for an hour and I can't wait for what he writes down in the article. I'll post it when I see it in the paper.

History Lesson

I always get asked, Why Houde's Chili Dog Shack? So here's the top five answers I give to this question.

Why not? I mean when I saw the creation of Turner's House of Burgers, I was like, count me in on this deal. So one day, I went to the beach with nothing more than hot dogs, chili, a couple of stale buns, and one singular dream, to become the best ever at the business. Ten years later, forty five different recipes, and sixty two employees fired, I have finally found the location, recipe, and crew that works. So that's why.

To survive a Godzilla attack. I'm going to offer him the best food that USA can offer, rat meat with sloppy joe sauce on it. And stale buns. Seriously. And while the rest of you burn with his nuke breath, I'll be laughing it up on his shoulder.

Well, it happened one day while I was down on my luck. Joking around with my brother, I bought a lotto ticket, went to the local pub, and waited to see if the tele said I won. Well, wouldn't you know it, but after Bobby the local constable came in to talk to me about my lorry being double parked, the winning numbers shown up on the screen. Two Cheerios, a pip pip, one tea and scone break later, I got me my own Chili Dog Shack. Bangers and mash, if it's not the best chili dogs this side of the pond.

Huh? You've never heard of it? Yeah, out of college I got on a cruise ship, and yada yada yada, I woke up on a stretch of St. Martin's wonderful beaches. I wandered into a bar with nothing more than my charm, the piece of seaweed I was wearing as a bathing suit, and two shells I could have sweared were five dollars in American money. The person behind the bar, a gigantic Jamacian native who went by the name of Norma, gave me some clothes, and a job. After working there for several years, I bought the place, fired Norma, business is business afterall, and renamed the place Houde's Chili Dog Shack. Check it out when you're down there.

It happened one a dark and stormy night. I found a building, a broken down shell of a thing. I nursed it back to health, changed the floorboards, and slapped a new coat of paint (the paint store only had lime green in stock). After a few tries into other style of restaurants, like Houde's French Palace, and Houde's Rib and Steakhouse, I settled on Houde's Chili Dog Shack.

There you go.

Grand Opening

That's right, all of our hardwork is finally coming to a head (hehehe, head) and the Grand Opening, dare I say it, of the entire DAY IS ON! August 23rd is coming people, and with it a new beginning for Chili Dogs. Of course, there are several people I should thank for this, but I don't think I'm going too.

Keep tuning in for updates, the menu for the opening day is almost completed, and the restaurant is almost set for viewing.