Can I remember when I first began to love dogs, I mean really love dogs? Was it going to 7 Eleven before hebrew school and picking up 2 dogs and a soda for 2 bucs? Was it grilling brats in college and developing a taste for spicy brown mustard? If I think hard enough can I really pinpoint when I developed an infatuation with ground-up cured meat filled in casings?
All I know is now there's nothing quite like a good dog, nicely griddled or grilled, on a good roll, perhaps with onions -- sauteed or raw -- mustard, and who knows what else? I recently have partaken in some good dogs.
Five Guys is known for its burgers, but did you know they have a fine hot dog? It's sliced so there's more surface area for the griddle, and to act as a bed for all the fixins you may choose from. I went with sauteed onions, pickles, and mustard. I was debating whether to get relish or pickles, I suppose I could have got both, but I just got the pickles. Was that a mistake? Anyway, it was a good dog!
Next I went to Pastrami Queen, a New York City deli and pastrami purveyor. Apparently they had a dog with spicy deli mustard and sauerkraut. I entered the restaurant. "I hear you have a hot dog," I said. "Yes, we do." "Ok, give me one." They ended up giving me one for $4. How was it? Not bad!
What dog will I have next? Tune in next time to find out.