15 Divided By Two (Me and One Corndog)

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In honor of the Cards/Cubs series, in homage to tomorrow's Tour De Frankfurter, and to mark today's one year anniversary of Jimmy-come-cubbie's restaurant, 15, Mike, Margo and I dined at 15 in downtown St. Louis.  Here's a wrap up, from my perspective... and from a hot dog's perspective:

Melody ~

I tried mowed the steak sandwich, cooked medium-rare, on foccacia, melted with cheese and sauteed onions.  I was so impressed with how perfectly it was cooked that I kept showing Mike and Margo the gapping holes left in the sandwhich after each bite, and repeatedly told them how impressed I was (with my mouth sufficiently full of course).  Margo's french-fries were so good that the waiter felt compelled to ask if I was finished before he removed her plate... I hung my head in shame as he took her plate and I watched as some of the best french-fries I have ever tried meet a fate other than inside my belly.  The place is pretty swanky for a ball player's joint.  I half expected to see a few jerseys and a bunch of sports gear on the walls, but the decor was modern and polished, and the only nods toward Jimmy's day job were a few screens behind the bar, and his co-owner's shirt that read, "Show Jimmy some love." 

Margo ~

I'll be frank, I didn't know what to expect when walking into 15 with Mike and Melody.  The restaurant had upscale written all over it, and I was sure that I was going to get kicked to the curb the moment I walked in.  I was pleasantly surprised to be received with a big smile from Paul, our waiter, as he seated our group.  Browsing the menu, I found absolutely no wieners, hotdogs, or franks of any kind.  After speaking with the Chef, a corn-battered entree with fries was the best choice for me.  The fries at 15 were the best I have ever had; perfect seasoning and crunch.  As for the corn-battered entree, the Chef must have had it out for me - it was indeed one of my cousins, Corn Dawg.  He was really good and quite filling, but I mourn the loss .  Apparently corn dogs aren't on the menu at 15, so I guess I am the lucky one.  Sorry friend, but I have to recommend the food.  So Long!