Sorry about the utter lack of posts this afternoon. I’m at Citi collecting some material for The Baseball Show and enduring more Internet difficulties.

Because I couldn’t get online until just now, I set out to enjoy my first Nathan’s Pretzel Dog, which I weighed in on a few weeks ago.

It was surprisingly hard to find — I went to three stands that sold Nathan’s Hot Dogs before I found one that sold Nathan’s Pretzel Dogs. It was on the Field level, just to the first-base side of the Jackie Robinson Rotunda, at a stand called “Hot Dogs.”

The product itself is good, but not all I hoped it would be. To be fair, probably nothing could live up to the expectations I set for the combination of pretzel and hot dog. I powered through it without thinking to take a picture, so you’ll have to just picture it in your head.

Probably better that way, anyway. It really doesn’t look as great in real life as it did in my mind. There were no beams of light emanating from it or anything, and it wasn’t presented to me accompanied by triumphant classical music. Just a hot dog wrapped in a pretzel.

It tasted like that, too. And I love both those things, so I thought it was good. No synergy, though. Nothing popped, you know?

It did remind me, though, of one of my great culinary experiments of yesteryear. Back before I moved to the suburbs and secured myself a backyard in which to grill stuff, I had to invent foodstuffs in various tiny Brooklyn apartments.

One such invention was Biscuitdog, which is exactly what it sounds like, except it’s not a dog biscuit. Oh, and I threw some bacon and cheese in there, too, because I’m like that.

It’s a hot dog, wrapped in bacon, covered in cheese, wrapped in a biscuit and baked. It tasted like a biscuit-wrapped-pork-wrapped beef miracle, and it looked like this:

Does that look a little too biscuity? Trick question: There’s no such thing as too biscuity. Also, I’ll thank you not to question Biscuitdog.

Former roommate Mike didn’t. Look at him tear into that sucker:

Well now I want Biscuitdog, or at least a biscuit.

At least I have the best Mets lineup we’ve seen so far this young season to tide me over. Angel Pagan and Ruben Tejada in the same game? Good night to be here. Beautiful night for baseball, too.