It's tough to really immerse yourself in hot dog research when you don't have a good buddy at your side to contemplate the meats. I'm used to doing things with a sidekick. A compadre if you will. And that's exactly why things have been a little slow up here in the Pacific Northwest.
So one miserably shitty Sunday afternoon I decided to set off on my bike and see if I could stumble across anything blog worthy. After about an hour of roaming the streets like a wild dog, I happened across this little deli in the oddest of locations. The Pike Place Market.
Introducing Bavarian Meats.
I had already had one bad experience with the hot dogs at the market (see blog post where hobo violently shits himself), but I figured it wouldn't hurt to take a gander at the selection of encased meats.
Wow. Behind this glass counter rested an assortment of sausages and franks that rivaled anything I had ever seen before. A virtual Xanadu of pork and beef parts stuffed tightly into submucosa, or for the laymen, intestines. I wanted to eat everything in sight, and the little fat German woman behind the counter obliged by letting me sample a little nibble of all her wares. She was a real sweetheart, and in retrospect I wish I would have snapped a pic of her procuring the fine samplin' sausage.
I settled on the wieners, some saurkraut and some nose burning spicy German mustard that grew hair on my balls in a matter of seconds. I paired that treat with a side of my homemade bowel destroying chili. Bon apetite buddies!
Probably the best deli dogs I had ever had. They had that perfect snap to them and the kraut and mustard were an ideal complement. Delicious.