Tuesday, July 28, 2009

What is this Dostoevsky Dogs?

Man that last jackass is a windbag. How about this.

Back home in Austin me and the missus stop in to the Jackalope to grab a quick bite before seeing buddies Experimental Aircraft open for Stellastarr*

Went with the Tijuana Dog. 1/4 pounder wrapped in bacon, fried, cheese, japs and chipotle mayo. Not bad. Not bad.

Pronunciation: \shə-ˈkä-(ˌ)gō, -ˈkȯ-, -gə\

Next stop on the road, buddies, is the Windy City. It's the July trip to the Flatstock and the Pitchfork. This year was fucking awesome because it was about 105 in Austin and 70 in Chicago. And by tradition I planned the trip to land me in Chicago with two extra days to go say hello to Hot Doug's

Let's get started.

Dateline: Friday 10:30 AM. Trip one to Doug's. As usual the amazing offerings made it tough to decide but I crossed my fingers that the ones I'd miss Friday would still be around Monday. So I rolled with the Game of the Week:
Spicy Smoked Alligator Sausage with Cajun Remoulade and St. Pete's Blue Cheese

And the one dog I had always been wanting but was never on the menu when I was in town. The very same sausage that Anthony Bourdain raved about. Duders I present Foie Gras and Sauternes Duck Sausage with Truffle Aioli, Foie Gras Mousse and Sel Gris

That is possibly the richest thing I've ever eaten other than the Hamburger Rossini from Bourdain's Les Halles (ground to order, char grilled, slice of house made foie gras terrine melting on top, dip of black truffle and red wine sauce)

I loves me the tasty animals.

Dateline: Friday PM, maybe Saturday AM

After Jesus Lizard, Tortoise, Built To Spill and Yo La Tengo buddies Jay Ryan and Bobby Dixon whip it into Dengeos for a couple of late night dogs and rings. Pretty ok dog considering the time of night.

Dateline: Next two days of Pitchfork. Lots of bands including Jay's band Dianogah, who were awesome. So here's a variety of festival sausages.

Ćevapčići. Their sign was Pork+Beef+Lamb+Garlic+Salt and Pepper. Shit was right on. Not sure how many I ate but the roasted red pepper and eggplant sauce made it.

Buddy Northcutt's Brat. Perfectly fine for festival food.

Cajun something or other. Also passable considering I took 60 PBR's in on Friday and left 10 for Saturday. Granted I had new buddy Nathan helping but not bad for two guys.

The last band. Also my all time favorite. The Flaming Lips

Dateline: Monday 10:30 AM. Thee music is over. Park food has been replaced by the previous night's pancakes, li'l smokies and bacon I cooked up at Jay's. Now back at Doug's to make sure I get my fix of the good stuff. Today I chow on the Jamaican Jerk Pork Sausage with Spicy Mango-Passion Fruit Mayonnaise and Roasted Plantains plus the Burgundy and Citrus Pork Sausage with Sun-Dried Tomato Mustard and Montsegur Peppercorn Cheese.


As our time in Chi-Town comes to a close we haul ass to Kuma's for a pre flight burger. Kuma's is the Hot Doug's of burger joints plus METAL. Awesome tunes, hot gals with the tattoos bringing beers and burgers named after metal bands. And I'm not talking that pussy hair metal like Poison or Ratt I'm talking about Mastodon, High On Fire and Sabbath. I decided to have the most metal of the burgers on the menu. The Slayer. Pile of fries topped with a ½ lb. Burger, Chili, Cherry Peppers, Andouille, Onions, Jack Cheese, and Anger. How do you pass up Andouille and Anger?

It was the size of three of my stomachs but I gave it my best. Excellent burger even if the patty, sausage and a few chili cheese fries were all I could get down.

So with that I leave this epic post and plan my next trip back to be pretty much exactly the same.

Hotel Dogs

Buddies, I have been ramblin' again so here comes a post-a-palooza. A veritable sausage tour. Or some shit like that.

First up. Back to Sacramento. Don't ask. That place sucks the donk. However since I have discovered Capitol Dawg it's slightly less irritating to make the trip.

Since I was just there two weeks prior I sorta had a plan. Drop in, grab a couple to go dogs and slug back a sixer at the Holiday Inn where I was shacked up. So the first part went on schedule. I even got there for Blue Monday which was 88¢ PBR bottles. Downed a couple whilst the chef grilled my #6 Monarchs Dawg: mustard, swiss cheese and sauerkraut and #9 River Dawg: mustard, onions and cole slaw. Side of sweet potato fries please.

Now where the plan went astray is Suckramento has a severe shortage of Get Quicks downtown. And it's not like the part of downtown I was in was all skyscrapers and shit. It's boring stuff next to more boring stuff and Capitol Dawg. So why there wasn't a beer procurement facility between my dog pick up and the sleepin' shed is beyond me. Moral of the story here is a man with two dogs will gladly buy a bucket of brew for $35 from the hotel bar when in a pinch.

All said and done it was maybe the best room eats I've had. You guys figure out the sliding scale on hotel food on your own.

Hotel Dogs and the most expensive six pack ever purchased:

Thursday, July 23, 2009


Not only is today my 33rd birthday, but it's also National Hot Dog Day! It's no coincidence that my pops used his encased meat to help make me on this very special holiday.

When : July 23rd

National Hot Dog Day celebrates one of America's favorite summer sandwiches. It is only fitting that this dog gets its day.

Its summertime. Hot dogs are center stage on the grill, and at picnics all across America. They are at the ballpark. They are sold from carts on street corners in every city. It's not hard to find them. We consume hundreds of millions of hot dogs on the Fourth of July alone.

Enjoy National Hot Dog Day to the fullest. Have a couple of hot dogs for lunch or dinner. And, don't forget to cook a few on a stick at the evening campfire.

What's in a hot dog? Don't' ask, and we won't tell. Sometimes, its best if you don't know.

Happy National Hot Dog Day!

I was also born in 1976, the 200th anniversary of the adoption of the Declaration of Independence. My birthday is like the new number of the beast, yo!

#hotdogs #America #Freedom #boner

Thanks to superbuddy Dschwen for the find.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

R.I.P. Oscar Mayer, Jr.

It's been a tough couple of weeks for some of my favorite celebs.

First Ed McMahon, the guy that gave me "HEY-YO!!!!!" kicked the bucket.

Then Farrah Faucet. An inspiration for many a premature boner.

And of course Michael Jackson. A weird dude who still gets the lasses to dance in hordes whenever I drop his vinyl, decided to moonwalk his way to heaven.

Now Oscar Mayer, Jr. The grandson of the founder and the third Oscar Mayer to head the company. Not only is this dude a hot dog luminary, but he was also a pretty smooth geezer, marrying a 21 year old at the golden age of 85.

Must have been all the wieners.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

On The Road Again

Just got back from a trip to California. Wee bit jet lagged so I'll cut through the chit chat and get to it:

Sacramento 6.26.09
Capitol Dawg

Not to shabby of a joint. Lots of decent looking items on the menu and a super creepy hot dog man staring you down. I decided to go with the Deftones Dawg (mustard, chili, cheese, onions) always the best test of a dog joint. And the River Cats Dawg (mustard, swiss, pastrami, kraut) I'm a sucker for any place that puts more meat on top of a hot dog. The Deftones had a just shy of a shitload of onions. A few too many for my taste but it was still pretty alright. Pastrami dog was good and the side of sweet potato fries and Anchor Steam fixed it all up.

San Francisco 6.28.09

Hit this place with buddy Swamp Viking when I pulled into San Fran Sunday afternoon. Yeah he has a stupid name but his friends Heather and Tami, who bartend there, are rad and they took care of us all night. Good local brews, Shiitake Mushroom Dumplings, Madras Curry Potato Cakes with spiced pineapple chutney and some other tasty crap I forget because we got shit hammered. This here was the main course. Wild Boar with caramelized onions and a pomegranate gastric. La Te Da.

San Francisco 6.29.09
Rosamunde and Toronado

This is a sweet li'l marriage of businesses. Rosamunde is a tiny sausage shack right next door to Toronado, a kick ass craft beer pub. The arrangement is you walk next door and order the dog and then carry it back to Toronado and continue getting blotto.

Rosamunde has a pretty cool design aesthetic and a pink haired German lady running the grill making it work on all levels. Once yor dog is coming off the grill you pick two toppings and go to town.

Their nicely done painted window:

Thee Menu:

Thee Sausage Hole:

Just look at all them delicious shits

So even though I got primed with a variety of cold beers like Anchor Liberty Ale, and Lagunitas Hairy Eyeball, and Bear Republic Racer 5 IPA on the suggestion of buddy Hudson Bell I tried the Russian River Concecration next. It went swell the duck and fig sausage with chili, hot peppers and honey wasabi mustard.

Now before you see the less than pint size glass below and think "that's not a real beer" this is from the RR web site - Concecration: A stong dark ale aged for 6 months inside used cabernet sauvignon barrels with currants added. 10.5% booze.

This was some strong hooch and went real fine with the concoction I got next door. Here's a crappy picture but I'll be back again to take more.