Where: Edwards Houston Marq*e 23 & IMAX, 7620 Katy Freeway, 800-326-3264

What $13 gets you: Heartburn and a stretched bladder.

I went for the well-rounded approach (and no, thatโ€™s not a fat joke), ordering a gourmet hot dog ($4), a soft pretzel ($4) and a large drink ($5). The two girls behind the counter kept asking me if I wanted โ€œthe hot dog comboโ€ for $8.50, which comes with the eponymous frankfurter and a medium drink, but I repeatedly and politely declined, especially because there was absolutely no price break for ordering that way.

โ€œYou get the hot dog combo?โ€ one of them asked when ringing me up.

โ€œUm, no,โ€ I said, โ€œthatโ€™s a large drink. Plus a medium always costs $4.50 so thereโ€™s really no reason to order a combo.โ€

Cue the blank stare.

Recommended? Nope. Iโ€™d rather sneak in a soggy burrito from Taco Bell than load up again on this combination (not to be confused with the combo). Valero has better hot dogs โ€“ no joke โ€“ and the soft pretzel came unsalted, prompting my buddy, whom Iโ€™ll call the Colonel, to compare the bland mass of dough to โ€œthe filthy richโ€™s toilet paper.โ€ And that pretzel truly wouldโ€™ve put Charmin to shame. (Suck on that, Mr. Whipple!)

The only highlight was the Dr. Pepper, which was an excellent vintage, a tad on the syrupy side, just like it was intended by God, who no doubt visits the plant in Waco all the time. The ginormous cup mightโ€™ve been a tad much, but thanks to the rush from the caffeine and the pain from my surfeit bladder, I had no trouble staying awake for the whole movie.

Bonus point: The math is easy because sales tax is already added in. — Keith Plocek

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