Every year there is another article on Chestnut, Kobayashi or champion frankfurter “gurgitators”. They usually talk technique, like dunking food in water. But this article discusses the anatomical chops of a champion: short neck, long torso, wide build and rib cage, little constricting paunch.
Do you have what it takes to eat professionally?
Seriously who comes up with this stuff?
Have you ever watched a professional eating contest?
What would you think about the use of supplemental ketchup?
Who makes your favourite hot dogs, anyway?
What is the most unusual hot dog topping you use on a semi-regular basis?
Seriously. There’s a lot of psychological unpacking here somewhere. Happy July 4th, Yankees!
Is it easier to quickly eat a corn dog or a hot dog with bun? Spoiler: (The womens’ champion can eat about twice as many hot dogs as corn dogs, but why?)
In fact I have most of the features, except (1) a long torso and (2) any desire whatsoever to improve on my ability to eat moderate amounts at moderate speed.
There is something a little decadent about champion gluttony.
I’d guess it’d be slower to disassemble a corn dog (which is typically made by dipping the hot dog into batter, then deep-frying it all together) than it is to just remove a hot dog from a bun, into which it’s been loosely placed, but I could be mistaken.
Do they all vomit afterward? I’ve always wondered what happens to the body if you don’t - the massive amounts of sodium in particular, but there are so many other ‘items’ in the average hot dog I just can’t imagine the body processing it all.
I have the long torso, but even when I was young I wouldn’t have tried it. I did eat a dog per inning at a minor league game in my twenties, but they were spread out over 2-3 hours.
When I was a kid, my Girl Scout leader’s husband said he once won a shrimp-eating contest by eating 22 jumbo shrimp, “and then I upchucked about 22 times.”
It was YEARS before he could eat shrimp again, as one might imagine.
This thread reminds me of an ad hoc “competitive” eating event that arose in my junior high school cafeteria. “Competitive” is in quotes because only one student participated - in eating as many stewed prunes as he could. I believe he ate 44.
Needless to say, he was in intestinal agony a few hours later. Everyone wanted to know why he would do such a stupid thing. Had he not anticipated the result?
Apparently, he didn’t know that prunes are a laxative.
I tend to lose my appetite completely if there’s any sort of pressure involved. If I’m going to eat even just a normal amount of food, it’s got to be a completely relaxed situation. Rush me, and I’ll just stop eating, I’m done. Even eating in a sit down restaurant is often too much pressure for me. I usually just order an appetizer, or I end up taking home 75% of an entree.