Git Yer Hot Dogs

We're American, therefore we love hot dogs. Isn't that how it goes? I still remember visiting London after my sophomore year of college... Elizabeth and I were hanging out at a great spot in Covent Gardens and had struck up a conversation with two Londonites. Naturally, they asked us to impersonate the English accent and we asked them to do their best impression of an American. We of course rambled off something about tea time and scones... and they, in their best New York accent, loudly exclaimed, "Let's go to the baseball game where we can get a coca cola and a hawt dawg!" Something along those lines. I vividly remember the "hawt dawg" part. Made me proud.

Anyways, Kristen and I came across Frank's Hot Dogs and Cold Beer the other week and were quite impressed. This was mainly because of the options on the menu. Take a look:

The Jackalope: Our local antelope, rabbit & pork sausage, huckleberry compote, sriracha aioli, applewood smoked cheddar.

The Notorious P.I.G.: Housemade pork, bacon, jalapeno & sage sausage with macaroni & cheese, Texas BBQ sauce.

Caroline Pork It: 100% Vienna beef, stuffed with cheese, wrapped in bacon and deep fried; Grilled coleslaw, house made green chile pimento cheese.

Antelope... rabbit.... macaroni and cheese.... wrapped in bacon and deep fried?! Holy hot dog. Or sausage. We weren't as adventurous as some may be... I stuck with a good ole' Chicago dog.


And like the sign says, "A Hot Dog at the Ball Park is Better Than a Steak at the Ritz." Two thumbs up for Franks.