About Good Dog.
My name is Susan. My Dad is Fred. I am the daughter of a Dutch-immigrant and a Southern-Ohio native. “Fred” travelled the States to learn about them, Sandy (my mom) travelled the States to see what she taught in her high school history class (bor-ing). We kids were often complaining passengers until we stopped at the local hotdog shops.
My Dad enjoyed eating a GOOD hot dog just about anywhere and I can picture him leaning against our green Pontiac on more than one occasion with a dog in his hand and chili on his chin. I can hear the hot dog vendor yelling, “hot dogs, hot dogs” at Jacob’s Field in Cleveland, Ohio where we would often go to see the Indian’s play. Bertman’s Famous Ballpark mustard was there. It was all you needed in Cleveland, and it is great on a dog in Chattanooga.
Being of European heritage we had fritesaus (Euro mayo…) for our fries. In a way, I used to think it was weird that they would dip french fries in mayo instead of ketchup. At GOOD DOG it has become the most popular french fry condiment. And if you are going to talk ‘beer’ with it all, Heineken had to be the house beer; brewed in the Netherlands and served tall-boy! Seriously!
My upbringing... story... personal heritage... whatever you would call it, is no different than yours. It’s simply where I have come from and out of it developed the love of a GOOD hot dog, the enjoyment of GOOD times and the pleasure of GOOD folks.
My name Is Susan and my Dad’s name is Fred and we love hot dogs, frites and fritesaus, cupcakes and icy cold Heineken.
We are GOOD DOG.