The Pronto Pup Page

The Universe Knows That Jon Ryan’s Favorite Food Is The Pronto Pup

Like, duh! A Pronto Pup defines the term GBD–golden brown and delicious. The crunch, the dog, …and the mustard/ketchup slathered in a sine-wave pattern along the external surface.

We few, we happy few, we band of Pupsters;
For he today that sheds the ketchup on a Pronto Pup with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen and gentle women in England now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their lives cheapened whiles any speaks
That ate with us upon St. Pup’s day.

–The Actual First Draft of Shakespeare’s Henry V, Act IV, Scene III,

And because Jon loves Pronto Pups, so do we! These are photos fans have sent me over the years of their lucky pilgrimages to Rockaway Beach, Oregon–the last operating Pronto Pup.

Top fan Saint Marti of The Northwest makes her pilgramage. “And they were really good!”

She could not lie about that fact!

A SPECIAL THANKS TO JEFF HUNTAMER

FOR THE

SHRINELY PHOTOS!

The Breathtaking Image Below Is The Rockaway Beach, Oregon Shop. The Last One Standing (get it stand – ing?)

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And if you think Pronto Pups are a fictional food, feat your eyes below

Thank you, Charles Herring, for alerting us who care that there is a Second System. Pups in West Virginia. Who knew?

However, based on the discovery of this Second System, I, as a good fiction author, must release this official statement with gravitas and superciliousity:

OFFICIAL STATEMENT
Despite persistent rumors, there exists no doctrinal conflict whatsoever in The Prontoverse between Rockaway Cuisine and Camden Park Gastronomy.

Volleys of accusations concerning batter tainting, sloppy stick length, or the basic legitimacy of any so-called “Second System” are regrettable bot-chatter and nothing more.

There has never been a schism.

Please stop asking.