Not really a scam as much as ill-guided and no-effort. Just take a look for yourself.
- Hotdogs with a shitload of onion and cheap ass barbecue sauce!
- Hotdogs with canned chilli, spraycan cheese, and Kraft® Singles!
- Fucking Frito® Pie!
All on fucking supermarket buns! Hey everyone, I know not every restaurant makes shit fresh, sometimes this includes bread, or sauces, or meat, but come the fuck on! Spraycan cheese on a motherfucking chilli cheese dog? What the hell has happened to my southland? “Best Dogs in the South?” Puh-lease. I can make myself a real, honest chilli cheese dog at home, with real colby jack or cheddar, using actual sausage, homemade or high-end canned chilli, and fresh chopped onions. And your sides are Fritos® on a plate.
Oh, and to top off the no-effortdom, note that you can make, for yourself, a better hotdog (or as many as you’d like) at a fraction of the price. And you won’t have to go to some shady dude’s trailer in Alabama.
EDIT: Alright, his latest updates and conversations with him have shed a lot of light on things; he’s actually put a lot of effort and thought into this, he doesn’t want to suffer debt and all that crap that usually comes with opening a restaurant. And those photos? That’s not representative of the final product!
A goon put it best:
“I think we’ve all been there, jobless with nothing but a bucket of hotdogs, a block of processed cheese, a van, an American flag, and a goddamn dream.
Or at least that was my initial impression. Since the campaign started, the guy has actually built his kitchen (look at the updates!), done some hotdog catering, set up his entire supply chain, and he appears to have his budget planned very well, albeit with the help of “How to Start a Hotdog Cart” eBooks. He’s got a dream, man, and none of us and not even the devil himself is going to be able to stop him. Unlike a lot of crappy Kickstarters, I believe this is going to happen with or without our funding. This guy is Forrest Gump and his shrimping boat/hotdog stand might as well be built right next to the Field of Dreams. I don’t mean to imply that he’s an idiot, but that I admire his blind confidence and hotdog faith.
I come from Hipsterville where we only eat hotdogs ironically, as a joke, so that other people can look at us and say “Haha. That’s hilarious. Let me take an Instagram of that. Imagine if you ate hotdogs and actually liked them.” So this campaign touches me in ways both mystical and nostalgic. It makes me yearn for the days when I could eat bad food unironically and wear plaid because it’s warm and because lumberjacks are cool, not because I’m trying to convey some dumb hidden message. Every time you eat a hotdog, you get to become a kid again for two minutes.
The hotdogs are hilarious, but I genuinely hate it when people get flak for “trying too hard.” We badly need more people who try too hard. It’s the most foolish insult to say, “I dislike you because I dislike effort.” We are a generation of people who were told their entire lives by nurturing, caring, hippie parents they we are all geniuses. Every boy a wonderboy. Every child above average. But rare is a parent who doesn’t care about test scores and IQs, but instead praises their kid only for trying and failing. Effort, man. Effort. That matters so much more than innate intelligence, than knowledge, than wit. You should try to do new things even when (hell, especially when) you think you will fail. This man is trying hard, with all his might, for an aspiration that isn’t even lofty. It’s humble man wanting for a reachable goal involving the most meager of foods in the tiniest of towns in the poorest of states.
Yeah, I’ll be damned if I’m going to dislike a guy for trying too hard. It’s apparent that he has turned to crowdfunding only because he has already put every spare dollar he owns into this business. I might not believe in the superior deliciousness of Doobie’s hotdogs, but I want to believe in them. And I would eat one.
Another thing is that this appears to be a very small town where the median household income is 20 grand and the most prominent restaurant is a Subway. A hotdog stand, of all things, could affect real change there. It’s a good story: The unfeeling internet hordes pulling together to fund a rural hotdog stand in Reform, Alabama. That is something I want to be part of. “Doobie’s Dog House” is a name worthy of headlines. I want confused journalists to try to figure out what the fuck happened, why it happened, and how they can possibly convey the idea of crowdfunding to their readers. It’ll be like when CNN tries to explain memes. At the very least, this has the potential to make an entire town wonder about Something Awful. Someday, I would like to drive to Doobie’s Dog House, eat a hotdog, and think of goons.
To finally answer your question about our motivations, it’s definitely the third option. We are good and bad meats processed together and extruded as 6 foot tall tubes, both cynical and kind, complicated and salty. Goons are actual hotdogs. I pledged $25 for both entertainment and charity. If this works and there’s a hungry Alabama goon who wants my hotdogs, they can have them. Just please take pictures so it’s like a child sponsorship charity, only for meat tubes instead of impoverished children. If the Kickstarter fails, then I will have paid nothing and told a guy that I admire his efforts and his gumption.”