Mmmmm, Hot Dogs . . .
Which brings up today's question: What are the greatest hot dogs or hot dog places in America (or elsewhere, but I don't want to hear about no beret-wearing, baguette encased faux-dog)?
Here is a start:
If you are making your own, you will never do better than Hebrew National, and especially their big, beefy dinner frank. But what fun is making your own?
When I lived in Athens (the one in Ohio), my apartment complex was in dangerous proximity to Larry's Dawg House. God bless you, Larry.
I can always go for a Lucky Dog when I am in New Orleans. They are not actually"good" if by"good" you mean"tasty" or"enjoyable" or"sanitary" or"handed to you by people who have showered lately," but when in the French Quarter . . .
Two words:"Fenway Frank." Nuff said.
The late, great"Willie's" in Williamstown, Massachusetts had the greatest mini-dogs ever. I would sell Tom's son into child labor for just one of them right now (and their burgers were damned good too).
I also ought to point out that chili dogs won the New England Patriots three Super Bowls, as our regular readers know. None will ever be more special than the (Arlington, Virginia) Hard Times Cafe-fueled title run in that first Super Bowl season of 2001-2002.
I'm sure others will come to me. Your turn. Oh -- and as Ohio University's Distinguished Professor (and native Texan) Charlie Alexander avers, hot dogs must be eaten with mustard.
(Today's Post also has a piece comparing North Carolina's East v. West barbecue, though it really ought to also include the great mustard-based sauce debate.)