I’m Freakin’ Starving…
On Hot Dogs from Pravda. Since I can’t get myself a dirty water dog and limp sauerkraut in the schwamps here, I hie thee hither to the Winn Dixie, grab a package of Nathan’s and force Major Dad to light the coals. Sauerkraut, De Maille mustard and Heinz organic ketchup. Sweet Mary, Mother of mercy. Kosher heaven on a bun. And you?
So what constitutes a great hot dog? To me, it’s a grilled, kosher-style frank served on a lightly toasted bun with slightly spicy mustard and a homemade onion or pickle relish that is neither too sweet nor too hot. The Old Town Bar on East 18th Street not only toasts the bun that encases its grilled natural-casing all-beef Sabrett dog, it butters it as well. Sublime! Sauerkraut is also fine atop my dogs, though every once in a while I crave one prepared Southern style, with cole slaw. My ideal dog should fit neatly into its bun, sticking out by at most an inch on each end.
Fly (and anyone else who waxes poetic over snausages), if you want the whole article, email me and I’ll send it to ya.
I’ve always prefered the dirty water dogs to grilled ones.
But the kosher dogs (Hebrew Nationals especially) are clearly the best, and Chicago-style beats all others.
Ack! While agreeing kosher dogs are the bomb, I take issue with the assertion Hebrew National ‘especially‘. It’s Nathan’s, baby. NA THAN’S.
Fascinating post, considering the one just below it. Can you say “subliminal”?
I was with you right up until something about ketchup on hot dogs. Ewww, no.
There’s an odd pattern developing…
First this post. Then this post. Then this post. I don’t know where this is going and I’m not sure I want to….
Can you say “subliminal”?
No, but I can say “diverting the dialogue to a classier wiener”.
Hebrew Nationals rule. We have a place here in Charlotte called Matt’s Chicago Dog, and if you ever visit the Queen City, make sure you eat there. Kosher beef dogs, fries and potato chips made frech on site while you wait, and cheesecake on a stick to finish you off. Their Chicago Dog is devine, with the poppy seed bun and all the fixins, may just have to go this weekend!
Oooh, that Chicago dog looks great…
Major Dad thinks they are the greatest. I think there’s too much crap on them, but will gracefully admit that’s a mighty fetching picture.
Next time you guys come to visit we will make a pilgrimage…
There’s an odd pattern developing…
First this post. Then this post. Then this post. I don’t know where this is going and I’m not sure I want to….