I’ve mentioned several times in the past how grateful I am that Pittsburgh has embraced our little burger and hot dog shop, enabling us to grow at a pace I never imagined a little over a year ago. I’ve always been humbled by the support of our customers, realizing we wouldn’t be here in South Park if it wasn’t for your patronage.
That being said, I’ve always offered special promotions and discounts to our loyal fans, and rest assured, will continue to show my appreciation. The time has come, however, for me to ask you, the best customers in Pittsburgh, to come together for a cause that is very important to me.
Monday, October 14th, BnD’z is proud to be taking part in raising funds for The Susan G. Koman Foundation. October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month, and I feel strongly that the generosity and support our customers have show in the past twelve months will once again rise to the occasion.
On Monday, 10% of all sales will be donated to The Susan G. Koman Foundation. Susan’s battle with breast cancer is an emotional story related here, however her legacy has lived on, providing awareness, treatment and financial resources for others affected by this terrible disease.
75% of proceeds received at BnD’z will be utilized locally here in Pittsburgh to assist with breast cancer education, screening and treatment initiatives. The balance will be incorporated into national research grants to help find a cure.
So what do you say, Pittsburgh? Let’s make our first fund raising event a success. Stop in Monday, October 14th all day and enjoy a great burger or dog while showing support and helping those in our area who are suffering from breast cancer.
I know we have the best customers in the ‘Burgh; true, giving and selfless people who have always been the glue of this community. With your help we can do our part, generating funding to help The Susan G. Koman Foundation help fight the good fight!
Looking forward to seeing you on Monday!
Raw Power VS. Pure Genius
The male species is one strange animal, and I can say that because I’m part of the tribe. Competition seems to be bred into us from birth but reaches extreme levels in our early twenties. Where am I getting this unofficial data? From eye witness experience this past weekend at BnD’z.
As anyone who follows this blog knows, we offer all of our customers the ability to Create Your Own Masterpiece. Whether it’s a hot dog or burger, everyone who comes into the restaurant has the opportunity to not only select what toppings they want, but also what type of meat, bun, how it’s cooked, etc. When college-aged men come in, it always seems to turn into some type of primal ritual to see who is the Alpha Male. In this instance, it was a classic brain versus brawn scenario.
With local universities back in session, we definitely saw a spike in business, but one particular group of three that came in on Saturday night seemed to have an agenda. Who was going to order the most….let’s say “unique” burger and proceed to eat it regardless of how, uh…mismatched the toppings, bun and type of meat were.
These students, Steve, Joey and Dylan, approached the counter and announced their intentions prior to ordering.
Joey: So just to review, we can each have anything on our burgers we want, right?
Dylan: Or hot dog.
Steve: There is no way you two can order something crazier than me! I studied the menu before we came, I have it all planned out!
Me: Uh, yeah, absolutely, we can put anything on the menu on your burger or hot dog. Just fill out the checklist here and we will get your Masterpieces ready.
Steve and Joey began to playfully trash talk each other as they completed their forms. I offered a pencil and form to Dylan, who seemed quite reserved. Me: Here you go.
Dylan: That’s ok, sir.
Me: Please, call me Doug. You’re not involved in this craziness?
He glanced over at his friends, returned his focus to me and nodded with a sly smile. Something was up, and I have to admit I was curious to see how this was going to play out.
Here is what each of the students ordered:
An 8oz Shredded Chicken Burger, medium well on a pretzel bun. Toppings included: wasabi horseradish cheese, garlic, neon green relish, jalapeno peppers and a fried egg for good measure.
Joey seemed pretty happy with his order as he turned to Steve and the silent Dylan, flashing a confident smile.
An 8oz Veggie Burger (“Coach says I have to cut back on red meat!”), medium rare on a gluten-free bun. Toppings included: celery salt, garlic, Lawry’s Season Salt, diced onions, pickles, grilled onions, green peppers, cole slaw, mac ‘n cheese, sauerkraut and plain old mustard.
At this point a crowd gathered around the register, everyone interested in what was transpiring. How was Dylan going to top these orders?
Regular hot dog, medium well…..on a white bun…..no toppings.
The groan from the customers, Joey and Steve echoed through the dining room. I smiled at Dylan. I could tell he was smart, and it had nothing to do with the CMU logo on his t-shirt.
The food was prepared and presented to the three friends, who were now surrounded by curious onlookers. Joey and Steve dug in with valor, as Dylan just sat, staring at his plain hot dog.
I have to give them credit. Steve got three rather large bites of his Frankenstein creation down when he announced he couldn’t go on. “I love everything on it, man, but not together! I’m out!”
Joey, eyes watering, most likely from the combination of wasabi horseradish and jalapeno peppers, forced himself to take a fourth bite. With his mouth full he proclaimed “I win! You culdnt enan et halv….”
As his unintelligible victory speech proceeded, Dylan nonchalantly grabbed a fork and scraped all of the toppings from both of his friends burgers, proceeding to clump the mess onto his hot dog. A murmur began among the spectators. Steve reached up and placed his hand over Joey’s still moving mouth, pointing with his other hand at their quiet friend.
Dylan began to eat this now mess of a hot dog….in three bites. The crowd cheered as Joey sat down, defeated. Steve stood and bowed to his friend, the newly-crowned Alpha Male in this bizarre competition.
Dylan smiled to the crowd, then locked eyes with me. “Doug, I could really use a drink of water.”