what kind of chef

What kind of check thinks he can substitute a hot-dog for Italian sausage?

I was all psyched for the chicken and sausage pasta thingy at the place near work, even walking in the rain and getting wet pants to go there. So imagine my disappointment when my meal finally arrives (taking at least 20 mins longer than normal, but hey, finished my first novel on the kindle, whee), I take a bite, and get a mouthful of hotdoggyness. Even picking out the dog from the pasta didn't really help. I missed the sausage flavor, and couldn't escape the dog flavor. At least the bartender gave it to me for free.