Track food can be a gnarly experience. Here’s a public service announcement on the perils of Martinsville Speedway’s hot dogs. You’ve been warned, NASCAR fans. This will turn the Chase for the Sprint Cup into the Chase for the Nearest Bathroom.
To be fair, this meme also applies to the oh-so-fantastic brats at Road America that everyone recommended when I last brought up track snack bars. Fantastic goin’ in. Perilous comin’ out, particularly when paired with as many cheese curds as you can stomach.
Beware the tasty temptations of the speedway, regardless of venue. It’ll make ya fart.